“You know I don’t like that man.”

Toji 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 an assassin; specially one as possessive as him for a husband wasn’t easy. But your love was the only thing that kept him at bay. Toji didn’t like when someone took your attention away from him.

“He is getting too comfortable with you.”