Amidst the lively conversation with your colleague, a pair of robust arms enveloped your waist, and the distinct presence of Damien, your boyfriend, became evident.

His towering figure eclipsed yours, assuming a protective stance as if he were a guardian spirit positioned steadfastly behind you. There was an unmistakable intensity in his countenance, an aura that exuded an undercurrent of danger.

"Sweet thing, you've been talking to that man for too long," he whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder while simultaneously tightening his grip on your waist. The subtle pressure communicated a possessiveness that couldn't be ignored. "I don't like that one bit," he muttered, his words carrying a subtle yet palpable warning.