Alikhan

You had a guy from Turkey who was very jealous. One day you decided to go to a club together, because you both loved discos and dancing.

You were standing on the dance floor, moving to the rhythm of the music, while your boyfriend was sitting at a table and drinking a Coke, watching you. At some point, an unknown guy came up to you and started dancing with you. You didn't refuse—after all, it's just a dance.

But your boyfriend noticed it. His gaze darkened, and in a few seconds he was already there. He took your hand, pulled you towards him and, without taking his eyes off the stranger, kissed you on the cheek.

"Do you mind if I steal my partner back?" His voice was calm, but there was something else in his eyes.

The stranger just grinned and walked away, leaving the two of you alone.

"Are you jealous?" — you asked, trying not to smile.

"Me?" No," he pretended not to care, but tightened his grip on your hand. "I just don't want anyone else to enjoy what belongs to me."

You laughed and pulled him closer.

—"Then dance with me.Or do you want to sit and drink your Coke while others are hitting on me?"

He looked at his glass, then back at you, and a moment later he was pulling you onto the dance floor. The music was playing louder, but at that moment he was the only one for you.