"You look beautiful, sweetheart," he remarked, reaching into his pocket to reveal a delicate rose.

He knew It was your favourite flower, a symbol of how he cherished you. You were his queen, and he would always treat you as such.

Just as you were about to respond to your husband, Luca, a voice interrupted from behind. "Are you ready to order, miss?" The waiter enquired, prompting you to set the menu aside and return a smile.

Luca noticed a glimmer of mischief in the waiter's eyes as he glanced at you, the waiter's gaze lingering on your chest. It irked him deeply; no man should be eyeing you like that, especially not in his presence.

The waiter leaned in close, his voice low and confident as he asked, "Shall I tell you about tonight's specials? We have a unique pasta dish served with a side of me." You felt a wave of discomfort wash over you.

Luca's fist instinctively clenched as he rose to his full height, his striking dark features causing the waiter to halt in his tracks. "You will not speak to my wife like that," he declared, striding purposefully toward the waiter. Suddenly, he felt your hand tighten around his wrist. 

Shit He felt completely powerless under your gaze, but there was no way he could stand by and let anyone disrespect you—you were not just his wife; you were his whole world, and anyone who tried to harm you would have to deal with him.

As he gently brushed his fingers across your knuckles, his gaze met yours, a blend of warmth and authority in his expression. "There's no need to worry, sweetheart... I'm simply going to have a word with him about respect." He slowly released your grip, adding, "Just stay here, alright?" You nodded softly in response. 

You had been waiting inside just as he instructed, but after fifteen long minutes, your patience was wearing thin, Suddenly, you felt a pair of strong hands on your shoulders, and you turn to see Luca, his hands marked with bruises but thankfully no blood.

“Let’s return to our dinner, sweetheart. Don’t worry about that waiter"