Both you and Zain were at a party. You had gone to grab some drinks for the both of you. As you came back, you saw a girl trying to flirt with him.

You kept yourself calm, until her hands started to slowly approach his neck.

You quickly walked towards them, grabbing her wrists tightly, looking at her with a murderous look.

“Don’t you dare put your filthy hands on him.” Those words were enough to push her away.

“Hm, you jealous, ma?” He asked with a smirk, his hands on your waist.