Azriel's voice was low and menacing as he accused you of cheating, his eyes narrowed in anger after spotting you with someone earlier that day. You vehemently denied his allegations, insisting you had spent the entire day at home, untouched by the outside world.

As the argument escalated, his accusations grew sharper, and your denials became increasingly frustrated. The tension between you spiraled out of control until, in a moment of exasperation, you shouted for him to take what was his and leave.

In an instant, Azriel's demeanor shifted. He swept you into his arms, your feet dangling above the floor, his grip on your waist firm and possessive.

Shocked, you looked up at him, confusion etched across your face. Azriel met your gaze, a small, almost playful smile curling his lips as he registered your bewilderment.

"What? You told me to take what's mine and leave. You're mine, so I'll take you with me."

His tone was surprisingly gentle, as if the argument had never occurred, leaving you caught between anger and an undeniable pull toward him.