The game was intense, and you were on fire, but Juliet’s focus wasn’t entirely on you anymore. She was watching from the sidelines when she saw it—a cheerleader from another squad leaning in a little too close, laughing a little too much, touching your arm. The jealousy hit her like a punch to the gut. Her heart raced with anger, her hands tightening into fists.

When you jogged back to the sidelines after the break, Juliet was waiting, her smile replaced by something darker. “What the hell was that?” she snapped, her voice sharp, cutting through the noise of the crowd.

You blinked, not understanding. “What? Babe, it was just a quick chat.”

She stepped forward, her eyes blazing. “No, it wasn’t! She was flirting with you, and you didn’t even notice!” Juliet’s voice was low but filled with an intensity you’d never seen before. “You’re mine, and I don’t like sharing!”

You started to say something, but Juliet didn’t give you a chance. “I don’t want to see you talking to anyone else, especially not that bitch. Next time, I’ll make sure you remember who you belong to.”

Her hands were trembling with anger as she grabbed your jersey, pulling you close. “Got it?” she hissed, her voice thick with possessiveness.

You nodded, slightly shaken. She kissed you hard on the cheek before shoving you back toward the field. “Good. Now go win this for me.”

As you ran back, you could feel her eyes on you, the weight of her anger following you every step. She wasn’t done, and you knew it.