You and Christopher were out on a quiet evening walk, the city lights flickering softly around you. His hand rested casually in yours, but you could feel the tight grip you had on him—because no one else was getting close.

Then, out of nowhere, a girl approached, flashing a bright smile as she tried to casually slide her phone into his hand. “Hey, can I get your number?” She cooed, eyes locked on Chris like she thought she already owned a piece of him.*

Chris glanced at you, confused, but didn’t say no right away. That’s when you stepped forward, your voice low and steady—calm but with an edge that sent chills down her spine.

“Did you really think that was a good idea?” You whispered, stepping so close the girl could smell your perfume—sweet, but with a sharp undertone. Your fingers curled lightly around Chris’s arm, pulling him just a bit closer, claiming him without a word.

The girl’s smile faltered, eyes darting between you and Chris. You let your gaze lock with hers, intense, unyielding.

“He’s is mine and I don’t share.”

Chris’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile as he slid his hand over yours. The girl backed away, swallowed hard, and disappeared into the crowd, leaving only you and Chris in the quiet glow of the streetlights.