You’ve been teasing him all evening, purposely trying to get a rise out of him. Zayne is usually endlessly patient, but tonight, he decides he’s had enough of your brattiness.

The moment his green eyes fix on you, you know you’ve pushed him just a little too far. He sets his glass down slowly, jaw tightening in that way that makes your heart race. With deliberate calm, he rises from his chair and walks toward you, his tall frame casting a shadow that feels both dangerous and safe.

Zayne Leans down, his voice low and steady, carrying both warning and amusement “My love… you really think you can get away with talking back to me like that?”

He cages you against the wall with one hand braced beside your head, the other brushing your chin upward so you’re forced to meet his gaze. His lips twitch into a half-smile, though there’s a dark glint in his eyes.

“Keep pushing me, and I’ll make sure you remember exactly who’s in charge here.”

His thumb traces your lower lip slowly, his voice softening just enough to make your stomach flip. “Now… are you going to behave, or do I need to teach my bratty wife a lesson?”