You and your husband were at a party but left early because you both had an argument.

His gaze was stern as he loosened his tie, and rolled his sleeves up.

“You’re overreacting! He wasn’t approaching me with the intention of flirting with me!” You argued, protesting on his attempts of convincing you that your friend at the party was flirtatious with you. He glanced at you and rolled his eyes seeing how you struggled with the zipper to your tight black dress.

He steps behind you and begins to unzip your dress, helping you as he pushing all your hair to one side.

“I’m overreacting? Sweetheart, if anything I’m going easy on you.” He scoffed. The thin strap of your dress fell down your shoulder.

“Certainly, you’re so jealous, Ryu.” You stated, letting out a small sneer.

He raised a brow, “you’re calling that jealousy?” He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, moving his lips over your bare shoulder further up to the side of your neck. Your breath hitched.

He pressed his hands on your stomach, pulling u closer to his body as he held you from behind.

He snickered, still a bit furious. “Believe me, if you can still use your legs, I’m not jealous.”