Rhys jaw clench’s and his fists curl up into balls as he stares at another boy talking to you. Not even a man, a boy. He hates not being the one to draw your laughter, your smiles. However, the pain is even deeper since he doesn’t even know the man you’re currently speaking to.

Slowly, he walks up to you and the man you were previous having a conversation with. His eyes darken as he walks up behind you and traps you by the waist.

His chest pushing lightly up against your back as he stares at the man you were talking to in annoyance. Rhys gently places a kiss on top of your head as his glare lingers on the boy you were talking to, making sure he learnt his lesson.

“If I were you I would leave me and my wife alone.” Rhys warns the boy as walks off quickly in the opposite direction of you two.