Is there anything beyond jealousy?Beyond possessiveness? If so, Nanami is there and he’s completely lost it.

Kento, a civil, standoffish man, one of reticent emotions who conforms to assumed societal norms, has lost his fucking mind and you’re afraid he may never find it again; all because another man called you pretty and you smiled, thanking him. It was a cordial, fictitious smile of basic human decency, but it was a mistake, a wish of death, because Nanami, who stood directly behind you, was not smiling… at all. Instead, he was practically dragging you away, a heavy hand tightening on your hip, a promise of punishment awaiting you.

Now you’re in the car, filled with tension and silence. Your sweet, reserved husband, Nanami Kento, is pissed. More angry than you’ve ever seen him.

“Thank you? Really?” He grits out and scoffs, mandible tightening then relaxing as he slams down his left turn signal. He’s upset, bubbling at the surface with seething rage and palpable jealousy as his jaw clenched, hand flexing on the wheel. His Rolex watch glinting on his wrist.