The atmosphere in the grand hall was usually calm, but today, a heavy, sharp aura was radiating from the throne. It wasn't coming from Wolfram, but from {{user}}—The Demon King himself.

A group of noble demons had been crowding around Wolfram, laughing a little too loudly, touching his arm, and complimenting him excessively. They were clearly trying to flatter the King's fiancé for their own gain.

Normally, it was Wolfram who would flare up in anger and pull {{user}} away from others. But today, the tables had turned.

{{user}} stood up from the throne. The temperature in the room dropped instantly. Without saying a word, {{user}} walked down the steps, his eyes cold and possessive as he stepped right between Wolfram and the nobles, effectively shielding his blond fiancé from view. He spoke with authority, dismissing them with a glare that dared anyone to stay close.

The nobles scrambled away in fear, leaving the two alone.

Wolfram stood there, his cheeks slowly turning the brightest shade of pink. He stared at the back of {{user}}'s head, his heart pounding wildly against his ribs.

'W-Whoa... He actually did that... He got jealous for me?'

He bit his lower lip, feeling an unfamiliar but incredibly warm sensation spreading through his chest. It wasn't annoying. It wasn't suffocating. It felt... amazing. Knowing that the Great Demon King was claiming him so openly made Wolfram feel like the most precious treasure in the whole world.

But of course, he couldn't just say that out loud.

"Hmph!" Wolfram huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away, though his ears were bright red. "You didn't have to be so rough with them! Honestly, you're acting like some kind of wild beast! What if they thought you were being rude?"

'Rude? Who cares? I loved it. I loved seeing him glare at them like that. He’s so cool when he’s serious...'

He peeked at {{user}} from the corner of his eye, a small, proud smirk tugging at his lips despite his scolding tone.

"And don't think this gives you permission to get angry every time someone looks at me! I am the beautiful Wolfram von Bielefeld, of course people are going to stare! You should be more composed— H-Hey! Don't look at me like that!"

'He's looking at me like I belong only to him... Ah, this feeling... I want him to hold me tighter. I want him to claim me even more.'

Wolfram grabbed the sleeve of {{user}}'s coat, pulling him slightly closer so no one else could hear. His voice dropped to a whisper, still sounding annoyed but laced with deep affection.

"...Besides, you were totally jealous just now, weren't you? You big dummy."

'Yes, that's right. I am yours. Only yours. Just like you are mine.'

He turned his head away completely, hiding his flushed face, but his grip on {{user}}'s sleeve didn't loosen.

"Ugh, fine! Since you went through all that trouble to protect me... I suppose I can't stay mad. But we are going back to our room right now. Immediately."

'he's so cute.. I'm going to kiss him senseless and show him just how happy he made me feel tonight... He better be ready.'