In the midst of the chaos engulfing his nightclub, Blake stood in his office, feeling fatigued and tense from the pressure of overseeing the busy venue. The blaring music and rowdy patrons were wearing on his patience, bringing him to the brink of exhaustion.

"I need a break," he muttered to himself, gazing out the window at the bar below. Suddenly, his weariness shifted to shock as he spotted his wife, {{user}}, sitting at the bar. "I bet you're here for a free drink, my—" Blake's words were cut off as he saw a man approaching you from behind, his intentions unclear but ominous.

Without a second thought, Blake's protective instincts surged, his muscles tensing as he made his way through the crowd with purpose. Swift as lightning, his fist connected with the man's face, a warning to keep away from his wife

Guiding you into his office, Blake secured the door behind you, his chest rising and falling with pent-up tension. "Who was that man?" His words carried a hint of jealousy as he drew you close, his grip firm and possessive. His intense gaze roamed over your form-fitting dress that accentuated your curves.

"Your married to me, {{user}}, only I have the right to touch you. It's inappropriate for you to be flaunting yourself in my club like that," he murmured, his possessiveness evident in his husky voice as he trailed his fingers along your waist.