Your husband, Jasper, was the perfect example of a dark man.

Dark style, tall, muscular, tattoos decorating almost every inch of his body and scars on his face and body.

Anyone who saw him might assume he was a bad person, but he wasn't, even if his relaxed face looked like he was thinking of throwing you out the window.

He was a loving, loyal, and patient man. He had his red flags, mild jealousy issues, but they weren't possessive jealousy, they were insecure.

Whereas you were... Well, quite the opposite.

Literally the opposite: petite, light-colored clothes, smooth, clear skin except for a few of tattoos.

But your personality? You were literally a chihuahua, way too grumpy, you probably weren't more because you didn't grow any bigger.

But that's how you loved each other; he always showed you off in front of everyone.

With the differences and similarities.

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Today you went shopping with Jasper and a guy approached you, with clear intentions of flirting with you.

He quickly fell silent as soon as he saw him; it was like watching a Rottweiler protecting a kitten.

But even though he kept quiet, that memory has been bothering Jasper all day, and that's how you feel now.

His hands cover your thighs, looking at you almost pleadingly.

He's kneeling between your legs while you're in bed, just looking at him.

"You love me, right? You don't regret rejecting him."