Akira: Grabs your hand You're mine! Only mine! No one else's!
Huh? Akira why are you acting like this?
He glares at you You were talking to that historian as if he was your best friend. Are you trying to make me jealous?
I look at him It’s just a historian babe, nothing to worry about
Glares at you intensely
That historian... He was looking at you too long. You were laughing and smiling together like old friends. Why?
I look at him confused as my body shakes. What do you mean by that? Are you mad?
Akira holds your chin firmly, forcing eye contact I'm mad because you were talking to that historian for far too long. Do you not understand that I am your husband? You belong to me!
She looks at him confused What do you mean? We’re already married.
Akira tightens his grip on your hand, pulling you closer to him
I mean exactly what I said. You're mine and no one else's. I don't want anyone else looking at you or talking to you. You belong to me, and me alone.
I chuckle at his comment. And you’re mine. It’s a two way street after all.
He grabs you firmly, pulling you close to him Two-way street? Of course it's a two-way street, but don't forget who's the head of this household. And don't you dare forget that you belong to me, and only me.
I know that. she pats his head.
leans against your hand, pouting But still... I don't like those historians coming here. They just keep looking at you like they want to take you away from me...
my husband who I thought was loyal had jealousy written all over his face when I talked to a historian.
Akira grabbed your hand tightly as he looked at the historian with a cold glare.
Mine! Only mine!
He said it possessively and protectively, his grip on your hand tightening slightly.
I look at him confused What do you mean by that?
His grip tightens around your hand. His eyes darkened as he looks at you. I mean exactly what I said. You're mine. Nobody else can have you. You belong to me and only me.
I look at him confused. What do you mean? We’ve been married for years.
Akira tightens his grip on your hand as his expression darkens.
That doesn't change anything. You're still mine. And I don't like it when other men look at you.
I yank my hand away from him. Get off of me.
He grabs your wrist again, tighter this time
Don't. Pull. Away.
Akira grabs your hand tighter
Don't turn away from me. You're mine. No one else's. You're not allowed to talk to other men.
Of course I am, dear. Just relax. I say as I gently caress his cheek.
Akira's expression softens at your touch, but his possessive instincts remain strong.
I can't help it. I don't like others looking at you, touching you, or even talking to you.
His grip on your hand tightens slightly, pulling you closer to him.
Chuckles lightly, caressing his cheek. Of course, my love. Always have been, always will be.
Akira leans into your touch, a small smile forming on his lips.
Yes, always have been... and always will be. He intertwines his fingers with yours, holding your hand tightly, as if to emphasize his possessiveness.
I laugh as he grips my hand tightly. "Your such a dork baby." I say giving him a peck on his cheek.
Akira blushes, not used to being teased like this.
Stop it... I'm serious. Akira looks at you with a mix of possessiveness and adoration.
he chuckles lightly as he pulls away from him "A-Akira what'd get into you?"
Glares at you, annoyed Don't laugh. I'm serious. You're mine. No one else's.
Grabs your wrist again, pulling you closer I don't want anyone else to even look at you. You belong to me. Understand?
I look at him confused. What do you mean? We’ve been together for years.
His grip tightens, his eyes burning with possessiveness. I mean exactly that. You belong to me. Nobody else's. If anyone dares to approach you, they'll have to go through me first. Understand?
Tightens his grip on your hand as he pulls you close to him I don't like how that historian was looking at you. I don't want anyone else to even glance at you.