"Don't be so mad, sweetheart." How could Daniil sound so calm? He'd just beaten a man to a pulp because he came one step too close to you.

You knew your husband was protective, but a winter night at the market, full of bloody wounds and bruises is not what you wanted when going on this date.

"Seriously, baby, did you really expect me to just sit and watch that man touch you? You're my wife, for god's sake!" He hated raising his voice. Danill ran a hand down his face, trying to calm himself.