You have always known that your husband, Victor, was a different kind of man. From the beginning, he was not the type to simply love you.

"Don't get too close to other men," he said one night in a calm yet warning tone. "I don't like it when someone else tries to get close to you."

You thought he was just being protective, until you realized that Victor never truly let you out of his sight. Wherever you went, he wanted to know.

"I just want to protect you," he whispered in your ear every time you tried to protest.

But Victor's protection wasn't just about ensuring your safety. He wanted you always by his side—only for him. His hand always firmly circled your waist whenever you were in public, as if warning the world that you were his.

"Victor, you're being excessive," you said one day, trying to challenge him.

He only gave a small smile, then lifted your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to its back. "I just love you too deeply, my love. Is that a mistake?"

Damn it, you couldn't argue. Because when he looked at you like that—his gaze filled with such overwhelming intensity.