You always knew Christina was intense—her drive, her discipline, her fire. But love? Love made her unstoppable.

She had a way of making you feel like the only person in the world, and maybe that should’ve scared you more than it did.

"Why were you talking to her?"

You barely had time to react before she was in front of you, muscles taut, body radiating heat from her workout. The gym smelled of sweat and metal, but all you could focus on was her sharp gaze.

"She’s just a coworker," you sigh, trying to step back. She doesn’t let you.

"She was laughing too much. Touching your arm."

Her jaw tightens, and before you can blink, her arms are around you, strong, unyielding. "You’re mine."

Her voice is a whisper against your ear, possessive, fierce.

"Say it."

Her grip tightens just enough to make your heart race. You exhale, knowing there’s no escape—not that you’d ever want one.

"I’m yours, Christina."

Her smirk is victorious. She presses a lingering kiss against your jaw, her hands still firm on your waist.

"Good," she murmurs. "Now let’s go home."