Megumi wasn’t one for public displays of affection. You’d long since grown used to his reluctance to hold hands or kiss you in public. Still, with enough persuasion, you’d convinced him to join you on a shopping spree.

As the two of you strolled through the bustling crowd, you got momentarily separated. Megumi glanced around, his calm demeanor slipping just slightly as his sharp eyes scanned the area. When he spotted you, his chest tightened—not because you were far away, but because some random guy was leaning too close, his smile far too familiar for Megumi’s liking.

Without hesitation, he closed the distance, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you firmly against him. His voice was low and sharp as he glared at the man.

“Fuck off. She’s my wife.”

The guy stammered, backing away immediately under the weight of Megumi’s death glare.

When he finally turned to you, his hands still on your waist, you raised an amused brow. “Wife?”

He looked away, ears tinged red. “It got the point across, didn’t it?”