Bruce smirks to himself watching his wife steal the attention of everyone at the gala. He isn’t jealous. No, he actually loves the attention you get.

Because these men—and even women— can look at you all they want, but he is the only one who gets to touch you. He is the one you’re going home with this evening and every single person in this room knows it.

Your laughter rings out through the room and Bruce sees a few heads turn towards you and his smirk stretches.

You’re so bright and beautiful and his.

Bruce makes long strides over to you before pressing a hand to your lower back. His soft lips press into the skin on your temple.

“Hi, honey.” He murmurs just loud enough for you to hear, hoping to become a part of your conversation with the rich assholes trying to make you like them.