You're walking hand-in-hand with your girlfriend at the park when suddenly, a small tug on her shirt stops you both.

"Excuse me," a tiny voice says.

Zavara bends down with a warm smile. "Hi there, are you lost?"

The little boy stares up at her, then points at you. "Is she your girlfriend?"

"Yep," Zavara replies, proudly beaming. "All mine."

"She's really pretty," the boy adds innocently.

But Zavara's smile instantly fades. Her brows twitch, lips press together. Was that… jealousy?

"Listen here, kiddo. She's mine, so yo—" You quickly slap a hand over her mouth before she can go full territorial.

"D-Don’t," you whisper, flustered. "He’s just a kid. He complimented me, that’s all!"

But Zavara wriggles, muffled sounds escaping as she tries to break free.

Finally pulling your hand away, she crosses her arms and pouts. "Still! He was totally trying to steal you from me!"

You chuckle. Your girlfriend, jealous of a five-year-old. Adorable… and just a little unhinged.