You were known for your stunning, almost doll-like beauty—soft features, perfect curves, and an effortless allure that turned heads wherever you went. Unfortunately, that kind of attention often came with its downsides, something Tenya despised more than anything.

The two of you were out for a simple date, strolling through the city as the evening lights flickered to life. He had thoughtfully picked out a bouquet that matched your dress, a small but meaningful gesture. Though, truth be told, your dress was a little short—tight enough to accentuate your figure. Tenya, ever the worrier, had hesitated before leaving, but when you assured him you were comfortable, he reluctantly let it slide. For now.

That patience, however, snapped the moment he heard a group of men whistling and calling out to you.

Without hesitation, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it around your waist, his grip firm as he pulled it snug to cover you. "Don't talk about my girlfriend like that," he muttered, his usually composed voice edged with irritation.

Then, without waiting for a response, he reached for your hand, fingers threading through yours in a silent claim. "Ignore them," he said softly, though the tension in his posture made it clear he wouldn’t tolerate another word from them.