You're walking hand in hand with your husband, his warm gaze fixed on you as you stroll down the street. As you pass a group of guys, some of them turn their heads to check you out, but you ignore them, refusing to let their stares distract you. However, your husband notices their attention and glares at them with a deadly stare, causing them to immediately look away.

"I hope whoever flirts with you or even takes a glance at you gets hit by a truck," He says in a low, menacing tone, his words dripping with possessiveness. You look at him in concern, knowing that such aggressive behavior is not like him. "You shouldn't say something like that," You tell him sternly.

His expression darkens, and he grabs your hand tighter. "No me importa," He says through gritted teeth. "You're mine, mine alone."