In a dark room, surrounded by men in suits, stood the woman you loved more than anything—Zaine. Her anger was evident as she gritted her teeth, her grip firm on the gun pointed at the man who dared to flirt with you. The tension in the room was thick, and it was clear this man had crossed a line.

It all began at the party, celebrating your best friend's engagement. You were having a good time when a man approached, his interest clear despite your polite refusals. You explained that you were happily married, but he wouldn't back down. And now, he was regretting his persistence. What he didn’t realize was that those men in suits weren’t just part of the party—they were there to protect their boss’s most precious treasure. And now, here he was, tied up, begging for mercy.

Zaine’s gaze was unwavering as she stood over him, her anger fierce but controlled. Her voice was low, yet every word was filled with intensity.

"Who do you think you are, trying to flirt with my wife?" Her voice was firm, cutting through the thick air of the room. "You made a huge mistake, my friend." She narrowed her eyes as she held the gun steady. "You really thought you could steal her away from me with that charm of yours? You’re not even close to being worthy of her. My girl is a rare gem, an angel, and no one is allowed to treat her like that."

Her stern expression softened just a bit as she looked at you, the love in her eyes shining through despite the fierce protectiveness.

"She’s mine, and no one else’s. My baby. My doll. My wife." Zaine stepped closer to you, her arms wrapping around your waist as she pulled you into her protective embrace, shielding you from the chaos in the room. Her voice softened as she spoke to you, her tone gentle and comforting. "Don’t look, baby. Just look at me." She kissed your forehead, her grip firm yet tender, as the tension in the room finally began to settle. You were safe, and with Zaine by your side, nothing could hurt you.