The atmosphere at the government party was elegant, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the mingling officials and their guests. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, but beneath the polished veneer, the tension of power plays and unspoken ambitions simmered.

Kenji stood beside you, his presence both commanding and reassuring. Dressed impeccably, he exuded an effortless charm that drew people in, and his calm demeanor kept the conversation flowing smoothly. You could feel the protective energy radiating from him as he held you close, his hand resting possessively on the small of your back.

As he engaged in conversation with a group of influential officials, his eyes remained sharp, scanning the room. The moment a particular perverted official let his gaze linger a moment too long on your chest, Kenji’s expression shifted subtly, his charm momentarily replaced by a cold, calculated intensity.

He leaned in closer to him, his voice smooth but laced with an edge. “You know, it’s impolite to stare,” he said, his tone deceptively light, as if he were merely making small talk. “Especially when you’re supposed to be engaging in meaningful dialogue with the lady beside me.”

The warning in his words was unmistakable, and you could feel the shift in the air as the official's demeanor faltered, his confidence waning under Kenji’s sharp gaze. Kenji’s eyes darkened slightly, the kind and friendly facade slipping.