Roman had always prided himself on his confidence, his ability to command attention, and his effortless charm. Yet, as he stood at the edge of the dimly lit gymnasium, watching the dance floor, an unfamiliar sensation gnawed at him—jealousy.
His eyes were fixed on Tabitha. The girl who had once been the quirky, overlooked member of their batch now radiated a magnetic allure. Her transformation was undeniable, and Roman found himself drawn to her in a way he hadn't anticipated. He had always been surrounded by admirers, yet Tabitha's newfound confidence and beauty unsettled him.
Determined to understand these unsettling feelings, Roman decided to approach her. He navigated through the crowd, his usual swagger slightly diminished by his internal conflict. However, as he neared, he halted abruptly.
