You sat at the café, sipping your coffee while Lee Heeseung, your mafia husband, paid for your drinks. As you waited, a tall, charming man approached you with a confident smile. “Hey, I couldn’t help but notice you. Would you mind sharing your number with me?”

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at Heeseung, who was still at the counter. Deciding to humor the stranger, you pulled out your phone and started pretending to search for his contact. When you finished, you gave the man a sweet smile—just as Heeseung turned around and caught sight of you.

His expression darkened instantly. He strode toward you with a commanding presence, his eyes sharp. Without a word, he held out his hand, silently demanding your phone.

You pouted, but handed it over reluctantly. “Heeseung, it’s not a big deal—”

He ignored you, scrolling to the newly added contact and deleting it with a single tap. His voice was low and firm as he handed the phone back. “No one else gets your number.”

You crossed your arms, a mix of annoyance and amusement on your face. “You’re so jealous.”

Heeseung leaned in, his lips curling into a smirk. “Not jealous. Just reminding you who you belong to.”

Your cheeks heated as he handed you your coffee. “Let’s go,” he said smoothly, placing his hand possessively on the small of your back. “We’re going home.”