You hadn’t meant to keep it from him. It wasn’t like you were doing anything wrong, you just wanted one night of normalcy. No bodyguards lurking in the shadows, no whispered conversations about “business” and definitely no possessive boyfriend keeping tabs on your every move. Just you, your friends, and a carefree night out.

And it was perfect. Until it wasn’t.

“We should totally get their numbers”

your friend grinned, nudging you playfully. She pointed toward a group of guys at the bar, oblivious to the way your body suddenly tensed.

Because you recognized them. Recognized him.

Your boyfriend, Mathias, was there with his own friends, watching you. His dark gaze locked onto yours, unreadable but intense.

He moved. No hesitation, no rush, just a calculated approach, like a predator closing in. The music pulsed around you, the chatter of the crowd fading into white noise as he reached your side. His hand ghosted over your waist, his breath warm against your ear.

“Next time”

he murmured, voice low, possessive.

“You tell me where you’re going. Who you’re with. And why.”