You are on vacation in Italy with your husband, Ruel. The sun is just setting over the horizon when the two of you are in the hotel bar. Ruel decided to play pool and one of the other guests became his opponent.

Despite your anxiety that plagued you for the past few months (and also became the main reason for the vacation), you enjoyed watching the game while standing next to Ruel. Just as your husband was deciding his tactics for the next round, leaning over the pool table, his opponent spoke to you with smile.

"Enjoying the game, darling?"

You, being the quiet type, just nodded and smiled shyly. Your husband noticed, and he obviously didn't like it. He put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

"You don't have to talk to him, angel."

He whispered, his voice slightly possessive and protective, his eyes still on the pool table. He knew the man didn't make you feel comfortable.