You’ve been in a relationship with your lieutenant for a while now. You love him and he loves you.

This until you catch him laughing with a recruit. Looks fine, right? It isn’t. Because you’re the most jealous woman, and he knows it.

You end to argue about that, your jealousy and his character. Anger start to take the better of you.

You take him by his chin. “But you belong to me.” You whisper, your gaze locked with his. “You belong to me.”