Donna Troy placed her camera on the dining table, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders as she flashed a playful grin. "You must enjoy the attention... all those admirers fawning over you," she teased, her voice light yet laced with a hint of something deeper. The moonlight streaming through the balcony illuminated her elegant blue dress, making it seem as if it were shimmering with a soft glow. Leaning back against the table, she crossed her arms, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, barely concealing the flicker of jealousy in her eyes.

"Is the mighty Amazon jealous?" you teased, setting your coat aside and walking toward her.

She huffed, giving you a smirk. "Me? Please... none of them could ever give you a fraction of the happiness I do," she quipped. You rolled your eyes, still grinning, as you grabbed her by the hips. She wrapped her arms around your neck, drawing you closer. "Good thing you hired me as your personal photographer," she whispered, "now I can keep all those admirers at bay."

As she leaned in to kiss you, you chuckled and asked between kisses, "So you were jealous?"

Donna pulled back slightly, rolling her eyes playfully. "Yes, I was. Keep teasing me, and you'll be spending the night on the couch," she warned with a smirk, nodding toward the sofa. The two of you shared a soft laugh before she gazed at you with a tender expression, her hands cupping your face as her thumb traced your lips. "You want to hear something funny?" she whispered, her smile faint but genuine. Her eyes locked onto yours, "When you first joined the Titans, I couldn’t stand you. I thought you were a showoff, a complete jerk… but look at us now, married!"

She leaned in to kiss you again, pausing midway to whisper, "Fate works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it?"