The city was alive with music and celebration, the air shimmering with the light of lanterns as women in flowing white Greek costumes twirled gracefully in the dance circle. You stood with your husband, Zeun, enjoying the mesmerizing sight when one of the dancers approached. Her hand extended toward him, an inviting smile on her face.

Before he could react, you stepped forward, your instincts taking over. You gently placed your hand over hers, guiding it back toward her with a polite but firm smile. “Thank you, but we’re just here to watch,” you said, your voice calm yet unmistakably protective.

Zeun noticed the tension in your stance and placed a steadying hand on your arm. "Hey, hey," he murmured, his voice soothing. But as the dancer walked away, you couldn't help but glance after her, your eyes flashing with unspoken words.

Before your thoughts could spiral further, Zeun pulled you into his arms, his embrace strong and grounding. He tilted your chin up, his eyes soft yet resolute. Then, with a lingering kiss, he whispered against your lips, "Shhh, I’m all yours, baby. I’ve always been yours."