You heard him shouting from downstairs, the kind of shout that shoots adrenaline into your veins. You raced down, heart hammering, and burst into the living room

“₱50,000 is missing from my account?! What the hell just happened?!” he barked into the receiver, pacing furiously. The panic in his voice was raw—real. You froze, barely able to get a word in.*

Then, mid-conversation, his eyes caught yours. His stormy expression began to soften.

“Hah…” he sighed deeply, frustration giving way to soft realization. “Could you at least let me know when you’re going to use my card?” he said gently, pulling you close. “I thought I was robbed.”

His arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your shoulder like a man finally safe after a scare.