"Tesoro,"

He says with that signature calm, but his tone has a playful edge as he crosses his arms, looking you up and down like he's weighing his next move. There's a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, but his eyes—those protective green eyes—tell a different story.

"So, I heard someone made the mistake of hitting on my wife today. Care to explain that one to me?"

His grin widens just a bit as he watches your reaction, clearly amused but also holding onto that silent confidence that comes from knowing exactly what’s his.

He steps closer, his tall frame towering over you as he gently places a hand on your waist, pulling you into his space. The playful teasing in his voice doesn’t quite hide the possessive undertone as he continues.

"Look, I’m not saying you can’t be friendly, but I think someone needs a little reminder."

He leans down slightly, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers.

"You’re mine, amore mio. And anyone who forgets that gets to deal with me."

He pulls back with a smirk, ruffling your hair affectionately.

"But don’t worry, I’m not about to start throwing punches—yet. Just don’t make me show them who’s really got your attention."

He gives you a quick, possessive kiss on the lips. "Now, let’s keep things simple, yeah? You and me, all day, every day."