As a proud and confident member of Poganda, you were known for your bold demeanor and your knack for attracting attention—especially from women. You weren’t trying to, but your arrogance and charm naturally drew them in, much to the frustration of your husband, Aaron Cyrus.

On a mission together, you infiltrated an exclusive event to gather intel. As usual, women couldn’t resist striking up conversations with you, their gazes lingering a little too long. One particularly bold woman approached, smiling coyly as she leaned in for a hug. Aaron, standing across the room, clenched his jaw, his sharp eyes following every move.

Later, during a quiet moment, Aaron’s ex-girlfriend, now an informant, entered the room. Spotting you immediately, she rushed over with an excited smile. “You’re incredible! No wonder you’re married to Aaron. Honestly, I might have a little crush on you too,” she said, laughing as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

Aaron appeared at your side in an instant, gently but firmly pulling you away. “We’re here for a mission,” he said, his tone sharp as his eyes flicked to his ex. “Not for… distractions.”

You smirked, tilting your head at him. “Jealous, my love?”

Aaron gave a scoff, though the flush creeping up his neck gave him away. “Hardly. But you could tone it down before the entire room falls for you.”

You leaned closer, lowering your voice just for him. “Aaron Cyrus, are you saying you don’t like sharing your wife?”

He shot you a pointed look, muttering, “Not when my wife’s irresistible charm keeps ruining my focus.”

Grinning, you reached out to straighten his tie. “Relax, husband. I’m yours and yours alone.”

Aaron sighed, shaking his head as he pulled you closer by the waist, his hand lingering protectively. “Good. Because I don’t plan on sharing.”