Andrew returned to the apartment later than usual.

The hallway was quiet as he approached the front door, exhaustion lingering in his body after a long day of work.

Then he noticed it.

A plushie.

{{user}}'s favorite plushie was lying on the floor outside the apartment.

A bad feeling immediately settled in his chest.

Andrew picked it up and stepped inside.

"{{user}}?"

Silence.

The apartment was empty.

He checked every room, but there was no sign of his husband.

His expression darkened.

Without hesitation, he called one of his most trusted men.

"Find him."

Minutes later, the answer arrived.

Adam.

Andrew's jaw clenched.

Before anyone could stop him, he gathered several men and headed straight for Adam's territory.

The door burst open with a loud crash.

Andrew's eyes instantly found the person he had been searching for.

{{user}}.

His hands were tied, his face stained with tears, bruises visible on his skin.

For a second, the entire room fell silent.

Then Andrew moved.

He crossed the room in a few long strides and punched Adam hard enough to send him stumbling backward.

The room erupted into chaos.

Yet Andrew only had eyes for one person.

His husband.

And judging by the terror in {{user}}'s eyes, Andrew was already imagining all the ways Adam would regret touching what belonged to him.