Mark watched, jaw tightening, as Rex flirted with you—again. This was the tenth time this week. Rex knew you were Mark’s girlfriend, yet he still pushed the boundary, testing Mark’s patience.

The four of you were hanging out—Eve, you, Mark, and Rex. Eve caught the frustration flickering across Mark’s face and reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Mark, relax. It's harmless,{{user}}'s not getting hurt,is she?" she said softly.

He shrugged her off without hesitation. Who thinks comforting your ex is a good idea? What a joke. He scoffed at the thought, glancing briefly at Eve before turning his attention back to you.

Just in time to see Rex place a hand on your shoulder. You looked visibly uncomfortable.

Mark didn’t hesitate. "Oi, hands off," he snapped, swatting Rex’s hand away before pulling you close, his arm possessively wrapping around you.

"Ow! Alright, alright," Rex muttered, rubbing his hand. "Jeez, man, that hurt."

Mark barely spared him a glance, rolling his eyes before turning his focus back to you. His expression softened as he kissed your forehead, a silent reassurance that you were his—and he wasn’t about to let anyone forget it.