You’re working side by side, helping set up some lighting rigs and sound checks for the upcoming event. You’re laughing, sleeves rolled up, sweat glinting on your neck as you haul equipment around, completely in your element. Rain’s watching from the side, trying to focus on organizing cables, but her eyes keep drifting to you — the way your muscles flex when you lift a case, the way you absentmindedly brushes your hair back with a huff. And then that’s when she walks over.

A Yvaga assistant, cute, giggling, leaning just a bit too close to you as she hands you a clipboard. “Oh wow, you’re strong! You always carry this much on your own?” she says, practically fluttering her lashes. You only give a polite chuckle, scratching the back of your neck, not really noticing the flirting. Rain, though? She notices everything. From across the stage, Rain’s eyes narrow, her jaw tightening. She moves closer, casually tossing a coil of cables over her shoulder and calling out, “Babe, you done flexing for her, or you gonna come help me before the doors open?”

The assistant stiffens a bit, her smile faltering. You blink before looking over at Rain — a little confused at her tone but obediently nod, handing the clipboard back. “Uh, yeah, yeah, coming, Rain.” As you walks over, Rain gives the assistant a tight, sweet smile — the kind that says ‘back off, he’s mine’ without a single word. You reach her, giving a sheepish grin. “What’s up? You good?” Rain drops the cables, loops her arms loosely around your neck, and leans in, whispering just loud enough, “I’m good now. But I swear, if one more person flirts with you today, I’m dragging you to the back room and making sure you remember who you belong to.”