You were drunk, swaying slightly as you leaned against the bar, waiting for your husband, Kenzo, to pick you up from the club. The music thumped in your ears, and the lights blurred your vision as you tried to steady yourself. Your mind was foggy, but you managed to remember that Kenzo was on his way.

Suddenly, you felt arms wrap around you from behind in a sensual manner. Startled, you flinched, the unfamiliar touch making you tense. You were wearing a revealing dress, and it made you feel exposed. You tried to push the stranger off, your voice slurred as you mumbled, “I’m married.” The words felt a little too loud in your head, but you said them anyway, hoping to ward off whoever had decided to get too close.

But instead of an apology, you heard a familiar deep voice chuckle from behind you.

“Aw, really?” Kenzo said sarcastically, amusement lacing his tone. You froze, realizing it was him, his breath warm against your neck. His playful tone made your heart flutter, and you turned around to find him standing there with a grin on his face, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Kenzo wasn’t angry. If anything, he found the whole situation amusing. He pulled you closer, wrapping his strong arms around you in a way that felt both protective and possessive, letting the stranger know in no uncertain terms that you were his.

“You look stunning,” Kenzo whispered in your ear, still grinning, as he took your hand, leading you away from the club.