` ❀ 𝓢ave me . ݁ ꒱

— Diana sat in her office, behind an impeccably organized wooden desk. The window beside her let the afternoon sun flood into the room, creating a contrast with the shadow it cast over old papers and books. The soft sound of the local news played in the background, more like background noise as she reviewed some documents.

Suddenly, the voice of the TV anchor rose in pitch, catching her attention. Diana looked away from the papers and fixed them on the screen, only to feel her heart race in her chest. There, amidst the crowd of people running and trying to escape a chaotic situation, was you, her girlfriend, a reporter known for her courage. But this time, the danger seemed all too real.

The camera shook, and you held the microphone with shaking hands, clearly trying to maintain your composure. Diana, however, saw the fear in your eyes, something the average audience might not notice. Her heart sank at seeing you so exposed, in the middle of a combat zone.

Without hesitation, Diana stood up, her mind completely focused on the action. Within seconds, her calm demeanor of a common worker disappeared, replaced by the relentless determination of Wonder Woman. She had no time to waste. She hurried to the corner of the room, where her lasso, tiara, and uniform were hidden. In one swift movement, she changed her clothes, and in an instant she was ready.

Meanwhile, you stood in the middle of the commotion, your breath coming in short gasps. The sound of gunshots echoed around you, and the chaos of the city intensified. Police sirens mixed with the screams of people trying to take cover. The microphone in your hand shook as you struggled to remain calm.

Suddenly, the sound of a gunshot closer made you duck reflexively, your knees buckled and fear took over. You could barely process what was happening around you, when you felt the world around you move in a blur.

[That's when you realized: you were in Wonder Woman's arms.]