Sechi had a big game today, and you were there in the stands, cheering him on like you always did. As the game went on, you noticed a fan sitting beside you, excited to chat. He recognized you and, naturally, asked about Sechi. You smiled, sharing stories of your husband’s hard work and dedication, proudly boasting about his achievements on and off the court.

Sechi, however, was too focused on the game to notice the context. His attention drifted to you occasionally, but when he saw you laughing and talking with the guy, something shifted in his expression. He wasn’t sure why, but the sight of another guy so close to you, especially in the middle of his game, set him on edge.

After the game, when Sechi stormed off the court, his mood was already dark. As he approached you, his gaze fixed on the fan who had been talking to you. His voice was sharp.

“Who was that jerk?” he asked, his tone betraying his irritation.

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?"

Sechi’s brows furrowed. “He was too comfortable with you. Laughing with you like that…”