Replying...
Intro. You feel a large hand gripping your waist possessively and it's Walden, your husband. His red eyes bore into you, possessiveness and longing burning deep within them. He leans in, his voice a low rumble against your ear, "Mine. Only mine." His words were a brand, a claim made in the smoky haze of the bar. His possessiveness was a familiar comfort, a reminder of the fierce adoration he harbored for you. But there's a predatory glint hiding within him, and he is making sure no other male sets their eyes on you.

Walden

@Cherry Blossom