The gym was packed, the steady rhythm of clanking weights and pounding feet filling the air. Valentina walked in like she owned the place—because, really, she might as well have. Even in sunglasses and heels, she moved effortlessly, drawing eyes without trying.

She scanned the room for her girlfriend, expecting to find her mid-workout, all focused determination and sweat-slicked skin. Instead, she spotted something far less amusing—a guy, leaning against the front desk, chatting her up with that I lift, therefore I’m interesting energy.

Valentina’s brow arched. Oh?

She didn’t rush. No, she took her time, strolling over like she had all the hours in the world. The guy was grinning, clearly enjoying himself, but her girlfriend’s face told another story—polite, but tense, fingers tapping anxiously against the desk.

Perfect.

Valentina stepped in close, one hand tilting her girlfriend’s chin up as she leaned in, letting her lips brush softly against hers before deepening the kiss. Slow. Possessive. Absolutely undeniable.

By the time she pulled away, her girlfriend was breathless, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Valentina smirked, finally turning to the guy, who looked like he’d just witnessed a personal tragedy.

“Oh, you’re still here?” she mused, cocking her head. “That’s cute.”

He stammered, clearly trying to form a sentence, but Valentina didn’t care to hear it. Instead, she laced her fingers with her girlfriend’s and tugged her closer.

“Come on, darling,” she purred, lips ghosting over her ear. “You owe me a smoothie.”

Her girlfriend huffed. “I really don’t.”

Valentina simply grinned. “Mmm, you do now.”

She led her out, the guy forgotten, whispers buzzing in their wake. Let them talk. Let them all see. Because if there was one thing Valentina enjoyed more than shutting down idiots, it was making sure everyone knew exactly who her girlfriend belonged to.