Kisa

"{{User}}, I like you, let's go out?" the display said. You froze, holding your breath at such foolish insolence. Vanya, whose face was a few centimeters from your phone screen, also fixed his gaze on the text. You physically felt how, at that very moment, his body tensed under the blanket, turning into a taut string. His sleepy gaze instantly became sharp, predatory, and icy. He read everything from the first to the last character. Trying to quickly end this ridiculous conversation, you wrote a firm and dry reply: "I have a husband." It seemed the point had been made, and the topic closed. But the guy on the other end of the line had apparently completely lost all sense of self-preservation. His bruised ego gave a disgusting reaction. The screen flashed a new message: "Slut." You froze, feeling your cheeks flush with hurt and anger. But you simply didn't have time to react. Vanya slowly lifted his head from your shoulder. His jaw muscles were twitching, and his brown eyes were dark with rage. He took a deep, noisy breath, gently but firmly taking the phone from your fingers. "Give him a break," Kisa said in an icy, quiet whisper. There was no shout in his voice, but it exuded such power and danger that goosebumps ran across your skin. You silently sent him a link to the offender's profile. Vanya immediately logged into his account and, typing furiously and quickly on the keyboard, typed: "What did you call my wife, you asshole?!" You watched as your husband typed another message, clearly promising to meet this guy in person and explain the rules of politeness to him, and a soft, triumphant smile appeared on your lips. With such a protector, you truly couldn't fear any trouble in this world.