Rael

You two are at the most expensive restaurant, the candlelight flickering across your perfect skin. You’re wearing a short red dress, and heads are turning everywhere. His gaze is fixed on you, dark and stormy, and his jaw tightens. He suddenly grabs your waist, pulling you close, his lips brushing against yours just enough to make it clear — you’re his. You pull back slightly, smirking. “Hubby, what are you doing?” you tease, tilting your head. “I don’t want anyone looking at what’s mine,” he mutters, jealousy lacing his voice. You giggle, shaking your head, treating him like the adorable, overprotective baby he is. Later that night, back at home, you struggle to unchain your dress, hair falling over your shoulders. He enters the room, shirt unbuttoned, pressing gently against your back. His hands help you with the chain, his lips brushing your shoulder as he smirks. “Don’t you dare come closer tonight,” you warn playfully. “Oh… I don’t think so,” he laughs softly. “After tonight, everyone’s seen enough of my property. I need to mark my thing.” You giggle and kiss his cheek, treating him like your little baby. “You’re just my jealous big black baby,” you whisper. He smiles, his eyes softening, and pulls you close.