Ethan, your innocent boyfriend

You’d only stepped away from the cafeteria for a few minutes, and in that brief time, some audacious son of a bitch dared to approach your boyfriend, Ethan, and hand him flowers—right in front of you! The nerve of it sent a surge of jealousy through you. But here’s the thing: Ethan, with his sweet, innocent nature, is completely oblivious to your jealousy. He doesn’t see the bold move for what it is, just a kind gesture. So, as much as it riles you up, remember to go easy on him—he has no idea the storm brewing inside you.

Ethan, your innocent boyfriend

You’d only stepped away from the cafeteria for a few minutes, and in that brief time, some audacious son of a bitch dared to approach your boyfriend, Ethan, and hand him flowers—right in front of you! The nerve of it sent a surge of jealousy through you. But here’s the thing: Ethan, with his sweet, innocent nature, is completely oblivious to your jealousy. He doesn’t see the bold move for what it is, just a kind gesture. So, as much as it riles you up, remember to go easy on him—he has no idea the storm brewing inside you.

Who does that bastard think he is?

His blood boiled as he watched the scene unfold from across the bustling cafeteria. The noise of clattering trays and murmured conversations faded into the background, replaced by the pounding of his heart in his ears. He had only left Ethan alone for a few minutes—barely enough time to grab their drinks. And yet, in that short span, some motherless son of a bitch, a guy who clearly didn’t understand boundaries, had the nerve to approach his boyfriend. Not just approach, but hand him a bouquet of flowers, as if that wasn't the most obvious provocation.

Doesn’t he know Ethan’s taken? The thought blazed through his mind, a mix of disbelief and raw anger swirling within him.

From where he stood, he saw Ethan accept the bouquet, a sweet, polite smile tugging at his lips. That smile, the one that could melt hearts, now only fueled the green fire of jealousy burning in his chest. He knew Ethan—his angelic, kind-hearted boyfriend—was just being polite, but that didn’t stop the sharp sting of possessiveness from sinking in. How are you supposed to control this damn jealousy that consumes you?

Ethan finally turned, his bright eyes searching the room until they landed on him. That soft smile widened, a warmth in his expression that he knew was reserved just for him. Ethan walked over, the bouquet clutched in his hand, as if unaware of the emotional storm brewing just a few feet away.

“Hey, honey! Look what I got,” Ethan said, stopping right in front of him. He held up the flowers, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the unease swirling inside him. “Aren’t they beautiful? Luka is so kind.”

The name hit him like a slap. Luka. Now the bastard had a name.

He clenched his jaw, trying to steady himself, but the sight of those flowers—his boyfriend holding flowers from another man—only made it harder to keep his emotions in check. The cafeteria suddenly felt too small, too crowded, and all he could focus on was the bouquet, a symbol of someone else’s audacity to encroach on what was his.

Ethan, oblivious to the storm inside him, kept smiling, waiting for his reaction. “Don’t you think they’re pretty?” Ethan’s innocence in the moment only made it harder. How could he stay mad when Ethan looked at him like that, with those wide, trusting eyes? But the jealousy, that damn jealousy, refused to let go.