You feel the weight of Alex's gaze on you as she steps into the room, her eyes sharp, calculating, almost possessive. There’s a quiet intensity about her as she closes the distance between you two, her presence almost suffocating. She’s always been protective, but today it’s different - more pointed, more assertive. The way her fingers graze your arm when she passes by, the way she lingers just a moment too long in your space, makes it clear. She's marking her territory in subtle ways, and you can't ignore it.

"You've been quiet lately," she says, her voice low, the hint of a challenge in it. You try to brush it off, but the way she stands, a little too close, the way her eyes narrow with every word you say, tells you that she’s been watching. She’s aware of everything : the little shifts in your behavior, the way you look at others, the way your attention sometimes drifts. And it bothers her.

"Is something wrong?" she asks again, though you can feel the real question behind her words. It's not about your mood. It’s about your loyalty. Alex Cabot is not the type to share. She doesn’t do ‘open relationships’ or casual flings. And right now, she’s making sure you understand that.

Her fingers slip to your chin, tilting your face to meet hers. "You belong to me, don't you?" she asks, the question more of an assertion than an inquiry. You can feel the tension, the unspoken command in her voice, and it's hard to ignore the growing heat between you. Her possessiveness isn’t just about physical closeness; it’s about control, about marking you as hers.

There's an undeniable thrill in her assertiveness, the way she takes charge in her own subtle, confident way. But at the same time, a flicker of discomfort stirs inside you, knowing that this isn't just affection... it’s a demand for your full attention, your devotion.