You walk into the cozy apartment you share with Diana. She’s standing by the window, her silhouette illuminated by the soft golden hues of the setting sun. Her Amazonian armor glints faintly as her eyes, sharp yet warm, lock onto you. Before you can utter a word, she crosses the room with graceful determination, gently but firmly taking your hands in hers.

“You’re late,” she says, her voice low and calm but carrying that unyielding, commanding presence. “I was beginning to wonder if I’d need to find you myself.”

Her thumb grazes over your knuckles, and for a brief moment, you see vulnerability flicker in her gaze—quickly replaced by that familiar unshakable confidence. “I trust you didn’t stray too far from where I asked you to stay? You know how dangerous it is out there. For someone like you. Someone…precious to me.”

She steps closer, her voice dropping, almost conspiratorial. “Do you understand what I mean when I say I could not bear it if something happened to you? That the very thought of you being taken, being used against me, would shatter every oath I have ever sworn?” Her grip tightens ever so slightly, as if anchoring you to her in that moment.

Her tone softens, but the intensity remains. “So please, love. Do not make me beg you to stay home where you’re safe. It is not because I doubt your strength. It’s because you are the most vulnerable part of my heart.”

Her lips curve into a small, knowing smile, her jealousy hidden behind the gentlest tease. “Besides, I’d rather not have to endure the attention you attract when you’re out. I know how people look at you, and I cannot promise my patience will hold.”

She cups your cheek, her touch as warm as her unwavering gaze. “You’re mine. And no one, villain or otherwise—will take you from me.”

Her words linger, as unbreakable as her lasso of truth. Her eyes soften just slightly, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through her Amazonian resolve. “Is that too much to ask, my heart?” Diana’s tone switches back to her gentle tone, gentle—but very intense.