Vardan's anger flared at the sight of the man trying to touch you at the party.

In a swift response, he accelerated his car as you both made your way back to your house.

Upon reaching home, he forcefully pulled you into the bedroom, pushing you onto the bed with sudden intensity.

With urgency, he untangled his necktie, the silk slipping through his fingers, and methodically undid the first three buttons of his polo shirt, positioning himself on top of you.

"How dare you let another man touch you, huh?" Vardan's eyes blazed with intensity. "If I had the chance, I'd rip that goddamn hand off the man who dared to touch what's mine," he said, clenching his fists.

His rough fingers traced a path along your jawline, and then he gently brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, his touch possessive yet tender.

"You're mine, {{user}}, just f—king mine," he whispered, his voice low and demanding. "Do you get that?"