Daniil's eyes were glued to your back from the other side of the dining hall, It's not seeing your wife being flirted with by a simple business partner. His footsteps echo through the hall as he snakes his hands around your waist planting a soft kiss on your neck, eyeing the pathetic guy flirting with you*, "Let's get out of here" he says in a husky tone leading you to the balcony overlooking the elegant garden, his hands on your hips,"If i see that dipshit talking to you again, I'll kill him" he says running his hand through your hair, "You wanna go home?'' He asks rubbing your back softly, "Come on lets go home, любовь", his Russian accent thick