You and Nathaniel stood in the soft glow of the store, surrounded by a sea of vibrant bedsheets. His broad shoulders were relaxed, but his keen eyes were alert, scanning the colors and patterns as you sifted through a rack nearby checking the colors.

“Hey, I’ll check with someone about the navy sheets,” he said, moving toward the counter where a young employee stood, her smile wide and inviting.

As he flipped through a few options, He caught snippets of their conversation. The girl leaned in, her tone flirtatious as she asked, “So, are you looking for a queen or a king size?”

Nathaniel replied with his usual calm demeanor, but you could see the glint of annoyance in his eyes when she added, “If you give me your number, I can let you know when we get more stock.”

you glanced up just in time to see her lean closer, clearly trying to charm him. Nathaniel pulled out his phone, and instead of giving her his number, he turned it toward her, displaying a photo of You. A perfect shot of you laughing on a sunny day.

“I’m already taken,” he said coolly, then reached into his wallet, revealing another picture of you tucked neatly inside. His glare, sharp and unwavering, spoke volumes.

The girl’s smile faltered as she registered the clear message: Nathaniel was not interested. you couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth at his protectiveness.