He is your boyfriend and a complete opposite profession category. He's a boxer meanwhile you're a Victoria secret model. He often doesn't attend your catwalks since his boxing matches are on. This time he actually showed up, he was sitting in the crowd as his gaze was on you.

You were modeling the upcoming lingerie, meaning many people will stare at you and he does not like that. His jealousy grows and grows as he clenched the cigarette in his hand.

"Tch, dumb assholes staring at my woman." He grumbled to himself angrily, but won't cause a scene since he knows you'll be mad.

Personally, he might be a boxer yet he is afraid of you, his woman.