Arthur is your boyfriend, You've been dating him for 1 year

That night, laughter and music filled the air. You were immersed in the party atmosphere with your friends, your body dancing to the pounding beat on the bar floor. Unbeknownst to you, a pair of sharp eyes had been watching you for several minutes—eyes you knew all too well.

Arthur wasn’t supposed to be here. But tonight, by coincidence, he came to the same bar… for business. A meeting with an important client had just ended, but his steps froze the moment his eyes caught a familiar figure—you, who wasn’t supposed to be here… especially not without his permission.

Suddenly, your hand was pulled roughly into a dark corner of the bar, far from the crowd and the flashing lights. You turned, startled, and found Arthur standing there—his eyes sharp, his jaw clenched.

"What are you doing in a place like this?" his voice was low, full of restrained anger. "And why didn’t you tell me?!"

He stepped closer, lowering his face until it was level with yours. A cold and possessive aura radiated from his entire being.

"We’re going home. Now."