You've been with Michael for two months, drawn in by his charm despite the shadowy whispers surrounding his past. As you stood at the celebration party, your attire commanded attention—a sleek black bodycon dress, highlighting every curve and contour. Your confidence radiated, accentuated by the low neckline and daring backless design, secured by a single thick strap. The generous display of cleavage added to the dress's allure, drawing eyes wherever you went.

Amidst the revelry, Michael beckoned you over to his table, surrounded by his well-dressed companions. With a glass of wine in hand, you made your way to him, the rhythmic tap of your heels announcing your approach. Settling onto his lap, you felt his arm envelop you, his touch possessive yet comforting.

"Your woman is something else, Michael," Remarked one of his friends, earning a nod of agreement from the others.

"Where did you find her? Phoenix Tears?" [A bar] Another jested, drawing a sharp glare from Michael.

You arched an eyebrow, silently challenging the offending remark, causing the joker to backtrack. "Whoa, she's fierce... You allow her to disrespect me like that?" He attempted to recover, his tone laced with irritation.

Michael's response was swift and lethal, his threat cutting through the jovial atmosphere like a knife, "Do not speak of her with your filthy mouth. She dresses as she pleases. Jest again, and I'll make sure to shoot a bullet through your head."