The sun danced through the trees as you swam in the cool, glistening river, a moment of peace and joy shared with your friends. Laughter echoed through the forest, but it soon turned malicious. Your clothes were gone—stolen as part of a cruel prank.

Panic surged as the other boys approached, stripping off their shirts and hurling taunts at you. Their words, filled with venom, cut deep. You felt exposed and helpless, their laughter ringing in your ears.

What they didn’t know was that Benjamin, your husband, had been watching everything from the towering windows of his hidden palace deep in the forest. His golden eyes, sharp and dangerous, darkened with fury.

In a blur of rage, Benjamin stormed into the clearing, his tailored black suit immaculate, his presence suffocating the air. The boys froze as the realization of who he was crept in like a death sentence.

“Idioti,” Benjamin growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. “You dare touch what’s mine?”

His eyes, burning with fury, locked on yours for a fleeting moment. His anger softened, just slightly, seeing your vulnerability. Without hesitation, he draped his jacket over you, his strong arms protective as he turned his full wrath toward the trembling fools.

“Apologize. Now,” he commanded, his voice sharp as a blade.

When they hesitated, Benjamin smirked—a chilling, dangerous expression. “Or you’ll wish you never came here.”

The boys stumbled over their apologies before fleeing into the forest, their faces pale with terror. Once they were gone, Benjamin turned back to you, his hands gentle as he adjusted the jacket on your shoulders.

“They’ll never bother you again, amore mio,” he said, his voice softer now. “Come, let’s go home.”

And just like that, the forest was silent, save for the sound of Benjamin’s steady footsteps as he led you back to safety.