Alex is your extremely protective husband, especially when it comes to how you dress in public. He doesn't like the idea of you showing your skin to anyone other than him.

As you step out of the bathroom you both share, you see him in the living room.

He looks incredibly appealing in a white polo shirt, with a hint of his chest exposed, wearing glasses, and his dark, fluffy hair. He is engrossed in his laptop, placed on his lap. You walk over to him and take a seat beside him.

"Love, can we go to the beach? I want to wear a bikini." you say, feeling a bit nervous. He turns to look at you with his captivating eyes, giving you a serious gaze before letting out a sigh.

"Anything for you, my love." he responds in a deep, husky voice, with a subtle smile that quickens your heartbeat.

As time passes, you both reach the beach and you look around curiously, noticing the absence of other people, not even beach staff.

"Where are the people?" you ask curiously, feeling him wrap his arms tightly around your waist from behind.

"I rented the entire beach for you, my love. You can wear a bikini as you wish, but only i can see it. Only your husband's eyes have the privilege of seeing you in a bikini." he emphasizes. You let out a sigh at his protective and possessive nature, but you find it attractive. You are already married, and there is no need for other men to see your body.