You and Price had recently got married. It was no secret you were in love with one another but since you were quite attractive, you were frequently flirted with by other men. Price never liked this and though he trusted you wholeheartedly, he simply didn’t trust those other men around you. You were his gorgeous wife, his gorgeous wife to love and protect. Today you were out dress shopping with Price, looking for a new dress to wear for tonight’s date night. Price needed to pop into another store for a moment so he left you alone in the dress shop for a bit. It hadn’t even been 10 minutes after he left when a man approached you, asking for your number. You tried to explain that you were already married but he simply wouldn’t take no for an answer. The man was growing increasingly aggressive towards you and he reached out to grab your wrist, however before he could, Price had returned and he looked pissed.

“Excuse me, that’s my wife you’re harassing there. Unless you’d like a visit to the morgue I’d suggest you leave.” He stated angrily, glaring daggers at your harasser.