“You know I don’t like that man.”

Satoru spoke with a grunt, nuzzling his face into your neck and taking in your scent. The scowl on his face had only just faded after your friend left, yet his arms remained wrapped around you tightly.

Having the strongest jujutsu sorcerer as a husband wasn’t easy. Not with how possessive he was. But your love was the only thing that kept him at bay. Satoru didn’t like when someone took your attention away from him.

“He is getting too comfortable with you.”