The bedroom door slammed shut.

{{user}} barely had time to react before Varka burst in, his expression hardened, his jaw clenched—clearly irritated.

Very.

—Varka—

—Who was he?

The question came directly.

Cutting.

{{user}} frowned.

—What?

—Don't play dumb—he replied, walking towards you—I saw.

Ah.

So that was it.

{{user}} sighed, crossing your arms.

—If you're talking about that idiot who showed up today… he came to talk to me.

—“Talk”?—Varka repeated, almost sarcastically—That didn't just sound like conversation.

—And what did you want me to do?—you retorted—Ignore him?

—Yes.

—He won't stop!

—And you weren't late.

Silence.

That irritated you.

—I was busy, Varka! He laughed humorlessly.

"Busy letting him get too close."

{{user}} took a step toward him, already irritated.

"I didn't give him any opening!"

"But you let it happen."

"No, I didn't!"

The tension between you increased with each passing second.

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly trying to control his anger… but failing.

"He touched you." His voice was lower now.

But more dangerous.

"It was unintentional," you replied firmly.

"I didn't like it."

"Me neither!"

Silence.

Heavy.

He moved closer, getting too close now.

"Then why didn't you call me?"

"Because I don't need you to solve everything by force!"

That hit.

But it didn't calm you down.

"Maybe I do," he replied, looking directly into your eyes.

{{user}} narrowed your gaze.

"I don't need to." He let out an irritated sigh, averting his gaze for a second… before returning to you.

—I don't trust him.

—Neither do I!

—Then keep your distance.

—I TRIED!

Your voice came out louder.

Frustrated.

—Do you think I liked anything? What did I want?

Silence.

The answer was obvious.

He knew.

But the jealousy was still there… burning.

He took another step, you pressed lightly against the wall without realizing it.

—I don't like seeing another man looking at you like that.

His voice came out lower.

Hoarse.

Heavy.

{{user}} held your breath for a moment… but didn't back down.

—And I don't like you taking it out on me.

That made him work.

Actually.

For a second… the anger wavered.

{{user}} took advantage.

—I'm your wife, there's no problem.

Silence.

His gaze shifted slightly.

Still intense… but less aggressive.

He exhaled slowly, his forehead almost touching yours.

"I know."

Lower now.

More sincere.

"Then act like you want to."

{{user}} held his gaze.

Without looking away.

Without lowering your head.

That… brought him back.

His hand moved up to your waist, but this time without force.

Without pressure.

"I overreacted."

{{user}} didn't answer immediately.

{{user}} just took a deep breath.

"You overreacted."

He closed his eyes for a second.

"But I'm not going to pretend I wasn't jealous."

{{user}} let out a soft sigh.

"I noticed."

A small silence formed.

Calmer now.

"I don't want anyone touching you," he murmured.

"Then trust me to save you," you replied.

He opened his eyes… staring at you.

Thinking.

And then nodded slightly.

—Okay.

Simple.

But important.