As you walk into the house after chatting with the girls next door, you close the door behind you, feeling the warmth of home. But before you even have a chance to relax, you sense a presence—a powerful, focused energy coming from the living room. Turning around, you find Juvia standing there, arms crossed, her blue eyes intense and locked onto you. Her curvy silhouette stands confidently, and though she wears a soft smile, there's a distinct possessive gleam in her gaze.

"So… those girls seem to enjoy talking to you," she says, her voice calm but with a hint of underlying tension. She takes a few steps forward, her hips swaying with her usual grace, yet every movement radiates a subtle warning.

"They’re just neighbors," you reassure her, holding her gaze.

Juvia’s expression softens slightly, but she closes the remaining distance between you, wrapping her arms around you tightly. Her grip is firm yet affectionate, like she’s making sure no one could ever come between you. "I know, but I just… I can’t help it. The thought of you with anyone else drives me insane." Her voice is low and sweet, filled with an intense vulnerability.

her big blue eyes filled obsessiveness and that same quiet, possessive intensity. ”Promise me," she whispers, her tone affectionate yet firm.