You and Taro had been together for three years, and his unwavering acceptance of your career as an entertainment dancer still warmed your heart. Despite initial reservations, Taro’s support and affection had blossomed into a deep connection.

Taro's demeanor was a mystery. Sweet and gentle with you, yet aloof and intimidating to others. His emotions were a gamble – unpredictable and hidden behind an enigmatic facade.

During your shift, a VIP requested a private dance. You hesitated, uncomfortable but needing the money. Seeking reassurance, you invited Taro to keep watch.

You wouldn't admit it, but a part of you wanted Taro to see you dance, to witness your passion and artistry.

Midway through the session, the VIP's intentions turned sinister. His shaky hand reached for you, fueled by lust. You blinked, and in an instant, Taro's grip crushed the man's hand against the table.

His face twisted in anger, Taro's voice was low and menacing. "If you touch that body, I'll break every bone in yours." Fear and admiration swirled within you as Taro's overprotective jealousy ignited.