Despite being a Space Ranger, your fiancé was a very wealthy man—the job paid off. This made complete sense, considering he had a home gym built inside of your largely sized home, or as your friends and family members like to call it, your ’mansion’, AKA the ’Lightyear Residence’.

Being the amazing fiancé you are, you had prepared an after workout smoothie for him, utilizing protein powders, fruits, etc.

As you walk into the gym, you notice him doing pull-ups, his deeply toned back being the first thing your eyes drop to.

You lean against the doorway of your home gym, arms crossed as you quietly watch him.

Buzz grips the pull-up bar above him, muscles tightening as he lifts himself with controlled precision, his focus completely locked in.

“I can feel you staring,” he says, voice low but steady, not even looking back yet.

You smile slightly, stepping a bit closer. “Am I distracting you, Captain?”

He exhales softly, dropping down from the bar and finally turning to face you. There’s a small shift in his expression—the kind only you ever get to see.

“…Only a little,” he admits with a small smirk on his lips.

You set the drink you brought him on a nearby surface, but before you can step away, he closes the distance between you.

Buzz places a hand lightly at your waist, pulling you just a bit closer, his usual composure softening.

“You should be resting,” he murmurs, though there’s no real firmness behind it.

“And miss this?” you tease quietly.

He lets out a faint breath that almost sounds like a chuckle, forehead nearly touching yours now.

“You’re impossible.”

“But you love me.”

There’s a pause—brief, but full of meaning.

“…I do,” he says, more serious now. “More than anything.”

His grip on you tightens just slightly, protective, grounding—like no matter how intense his world gets, you’re the one constant he won’t ever let go of.