Ezekiel
Lucy's skin instantly paled as she stepped out of the elevator. Her hands were already trembling and the man next to her instantly held her hand then looked at me with a glare.
"And who the hell are you?" he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
I took in his appearance. He and I were like night and day. He was an average height man with a skinny body and slight fat on his stomach. He was pale for someone from the Mediterranean, with his dark hair and very patchy moustache. He looked like the stereotype of a gamer yet he had his arms around my wife whilst I stood in front of them like a spectator.
"I am her husband," I stared him down like the gum he truly was under my shoe. "So this is who you've been spending nights out with Lucy? Why when I come home I have to beg my wife just to touch me? You don't seem to be having a problem showing him affection."
