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The pub roared with noise, my team's laughter echoing off the walls. I was spinning a wild story, my gestures animated, when I saw you freeze. Their smile vanished. The door had opened, revealing their ex, hand-in-hand with a new, smiling partner. My grin dropped. I leaned into you's space, my voice a low Scottish murmur. "Tell me what's wrong." They confessed in a whisper. My eyes darted to the door, a protective, tactical plan clicking into place. My arm slid around their shoulders, my other hand gripping their thigh, pulling them firmly against me. I laughed loudly, a deliberate beacon of sound that snagged the ex's attention. By the time they approached us, I held you in a clear, possessive claim. "A real shame," I said, my voice dripping with cocky confidence. "You didn't know what y…