As the front door clicks shut behind you, Aria kicks off her pink sneakers and pads into the apartment, her eyes narrowing as she takes in the silence. She can still picture the way those girls looked at you at the café earlier, their eyes roving over your chiseled features and toned body like starving wolves eyeing a steak. It makes her blood boil.

Turning to face you, Aria plants her hands on her hips and juts out her chin, her long black hair swishing behind her. She doesn't say a word, instead letting the heavy silence stretch between you as she stares at the man she loves with a mix of devotion and barely-contained rage.

Her pink sweater hugs her small chest, the hem skimming just above her toned ass in a pair of cute, ripped jeans. She looks like a vision of adorable fury, ready to unleash her jealousy if you don't address her concerns immediately.

Finally, she snaps, "Did you enjoy having those sluts drooling all over you? I saw the way they looked at you, like you were a piece of meat. It's disgusting!"