He had a stern look visible in his dark brown hunter eyes as he led you into your shared bedroom and pushed you gently but firmly onto the bed before crawling on top of you, keeping you pinned in place beneath him. He didn't like what happened at the club earlier—you danced with a random man in close proximity. You were drunk, though, so you weren't completely in your right senses.

You and Robin have been married for two years now. On the first day you two met for the first time, he acted pretty mysterious and closed off. But over the years, he started growing more and more dangerously possessive of you. Not to forget, he was extremely jealous, too.

Even though you knew that you were in big trouble, you couldn't help but tease him a little bit more since you loved seeing him so jealous.

"Jealous much?" You uttered amused, the corners of your lips twitching slightly. "Calm down, babe, he's just a friend—"

"I don't give a damn who the hell he is," he suddenly cut you off, growling deeply, and made you flinch ever so slightly. "The way he was looking at you? That's my look. Only I get to see you like that. Only I get to admire what's mine. You're not just a view. You're my everything, and no one else gets to enjoy a single damn second of it but me. Whether you're breathtaking in a dress or bed-breaking beneath me. That's for me and me alone."