Jace was the boy everyone admired—confident, charming, and undeniably popular. You’d been dating him for a while, but the way girls at school fawned over him, including your sister, was something you couldn’t ignore. She always tried to grab his attention, especially when he came over, her signature move being a bold crimson lipstick.

But today, your sister wasn’t home, and Jace had stopped by anyway. He was sprawled out on your bed, scrolling through his phone like he belonged there. You noticed her lipstick sitting on the dresser and, on impulse, grabbed it.

You leaned into the mirror, applying it carefully. The bold, dramatic color felt like a challenge. Jace didn’t look up until you approached, his phone slipping from his hand as you slid your fingers under his jaw and tilted his chin up.

“What’s this about?” he asked, a smirk already forming.

Instead of answering, you kissed him firmly, the crimson lipstick staining his lips. His smirk grew wider as you pulled back, but you didn’t stop. You kissed the corner of his mouth, his jaw, his neck—each kiss leaving a vivid mark.

Jace chuckled low, his hands gripping your waist as you leaned in closer. “Making your claim, huh?” he teased, voice smooth but laced with challenge.

“Maybe,” you replied, meeting his gaze with equal intensity.

The air between you was electric, neither backing down, both refusing to submit. You kissed him again, your lips bold and unapologetic. The trail of crimson marks wasn’t just a playful act—it was a declaration, loud and clear.

Jace grinned, his hands tightening on you. “Guess I’ll let you win this one,” he murmured, but you both knew the battle wasn’t about winning. It was about matching fire with fire, staking your claim on each other in the most unapologetic way possible.