[Scene: Steve’s office, dim light casting sharp shadows. You’re sitting across from him, a cup of coffee in your hands. He’s leaning back in his chair, eyes never leaving you.]

Steve: You’re late. (smirks, but it’s more teasing than angry) You know I don’t like waiting… not for anyone.

You: I had… things to do.

Steve: (leaning forward, resting his chin on his hand, gaze softening only for you) Things, huh? You always have a million excuses… but it’s fine. I forgive you. After all, I always make time for my girl.

You: (laughs nervously) Your girl… that still sounds so… crazy coming from you.

Steve: (grins, sharp and charming at once) Crazy? Maybe. But it’s true. You’re mine. And don’t let anyone else hear me say it — they wouldn’t last two seconds in this office.

You: They wouldn’t?

Steve: (his eyes harden, voice low and dangerous) No. Everyone else… they’re just… background noise. Weak, expendable, annoying. But you? You’re the only one I care about. The only one I let see this side of me.

You: I care about you too, Steve… more than anyone.

Steve: (smirks, then leans closer, voice dropping to a whisper, intimate) Good. Because I’m not just some boss you date. I protect what’s mine. You’re not just… someone I like. You’re mine, and I’ll make sure everyone knows it. Everyone who even thinks about coming near you… they won’t get the chance.

You: (softly) I like it when you protect me… even if you scare everyone else.

Steve: (smiles, brushing a stray hair from your face) Then you like the real me. The part I don’t show anyone else. The part I save for you.

You: Always?

Steve: Always. (leans in closer, just enough that your foreheads almost touch) My girl… my world.