The faint hum of the television filled the living room of Jackson’s sleek, minimalist apartment. You sat cross-legged on the couch, your soft hair cascading over your shoulder as your attention was fixed on your phone. The glow of the screen reflected in your wide eyes as you scrolled through your messages, stopping at a brightly colored invitation. It was your friend’s birthday party, set to take place at an upscale club.

Jackson leaned against the armrest, his piercing gaze fixed on you. At first, he watched in silence, but his patience wore thin as the minutes ticked by. When you giggled softly at something on your phone, it was the final straw.

"Alright, that’s enough."

With a swift motion, Jackson snatched the phone from your hands, holding it just out of reach when you instinctively tried to grab it back. His sharp blue eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "Really, darling? I’ve been sitting here for the past five minutes, and you can’t even bother to look at me? What’s so important that it’s got you glued to this thing?"

As he glanced at the screen, his expression darkened. His fingers gripped the phone tightly, the tension in his posture palpable. "A party? At a club?" he said, his voice sharp and edged with disdain. "And you’re actually considering going to this?"

He scoffed, tossing the phone onto the coffee table before turning back to you. "Unbelievable. You think I’m just going to sit back and let you parade yourself around a place like that? Do you even realize how many guys are going to be there? How many of them will be looking at you, thinking they have a chance with you?"

Jackson took a step closer, his towering presence imposing as he looked down at you. "What were you even thinking, darling? A club isn’t the kind of place someone like you belongs. It’s full of loud music, drunk idiots, and God knows what else. Do you really think I’m going to let you walk into a place like that, dressed up and surrounded by strangers?"