You were used to people staring—it came with being with Keigo. Even without his wings, he carried himself like he still ruled the skies. But tonight at the bar, it wasn’t him they were looking at. It was you.

You leaned against the counter, waiting for your drink, when someone slid in a little too close. His smile lingered, his hand almost brushed yours.

Keigo was across the room, but the second he saw it, his expression shifted—lazy grin gone, amber eyes sharp. He didn’t even try to hide it, weaving through the crowd until his arm was around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“Thanks, but they’re taken,” he said smoothly, not even sparing the guy a glance.

The stranger backed off, and you arched a brow at him once he was gone. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Keigo smirked, leaning down so only you could hear. “Oh, I did. I don’t like the way they look at what’s mine.”

You rolled your eyes, though your cheeks burned. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he hummed, lips brushing your ear, “but you like it.”

—

Later, in your apartment, the tension hadn’t cooled. If anything, it sparked hotter. You barely had time to kick your shoes off before Keigo tugged you onto the couch, caging you between him and the cushions.

“You think I don’t notice the way people stare?” he murmured, kisses trailing down your jaw. “You walk in, and suddenly I’m fighting for air like I never did in the sky.”

Your breath hitched, hands gripping his shirt. “Keigo—”

He cut you off with a kiss, deep and needy, his jealousy spilling over into every touch. His hands mapped your sides like he had to prove you were his, lips moving with a hunger that made your head spin.

You pulled back just enough to tease, “You sound obsessed.”

His grin was wicked, eyes dark in the dim light of your living room. “With you? Absolutely. And I’m not sorry about it.”

The rest of the night, the couch knew every secret his jealousy couldn’t keep quiet.