You reach for your keys. Evil Eye’s gaze sharpens, tracking every movement. The door opens, and his hand twitches, a silent storm behind his calm mask. You step out, and footsteps echo close behind.

At the store, he lingers at your shoulder, eyes scanning strangers like threats. You grab what you came for, and he takes the bags before you can.

“Next time.” He mutters, voice low and possessive. “You’re not leaving without me.”