As Ralph's grin widened at Rosey, Theovin's stare grew steely with contempt.
He imagined the satisfying thud of Ralph hitting the pavement outside the moving car, his body tumbling and rolling on the asphalt like a discarded ragdoll.
The thought made Theovin's fingers twitch with anticipation, but he clenched them into a tight fist, resisting the urge to act on his violent impulse.
Theovin's mind reeled with fury at the sight of Ralph and Rosey's easy rapport.
'How dare he make a move on my mate!' Theovin seethed inwardly, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
As Ralph continued to smile at Rosey, Theovin scooted closer to Rosey, his gaze fixed hard on Ralph.
"You got it all wrong," Theovin growled, his possessiveness seeping into his voice.
"The universe has nothing to do with it. So go find someone else to be friends with." Theovin's tone was cold and sharp, like a knife cutting through the air.
