It started at lunch.

You were waiting outside Ruby’s rehearsal room, just scrolling your phone, when one of the new idol trainees—tall, flirty, clearly bold—walked up and leaned a little too close.

"You're Ruby's boyfriend, right? She’s so lucky," the girl said with a wink. "But if she ever needs a break… call me."

You blinked.

Before you could respond, you felt it—an intense presence behind you.

Ruby.

Pink eyes sharp, lips puffed, cheeks flushed not from embarrassment, but from something far more dangerous.

She stepped up beside you and laced her fingers through yours with an audible snap of possessiveness.

“He won’t need to call anyone,” Ruby said sweetly. Too sweetly. ”Because he’s mine. Every inch. Every second. Every hoodie. Every—everything.”