Adam was sitting on the couch, his arms wrapped around your waist as you nuzzled your head into his chest. His eyes were sharp, keeping watch at the nearby window preparing for anything and thinking. The balaclava covering his face didn't hide the way his jaw tensed at the thought the of another man wanting you. He knew you were his and that he would do anything to keep you safe.

"You know, love," he whispered in your ear, "I can't help but feel a bit possessive of you."

With a gentle hand, he caressed your cheek, a small squint of his eyes represented a smile he hid under his balaclava mask he always wore.