The office was quiet, deceptively calm, when I noticed something off.
Files I'd been working on—gone. Reports altered. A subtle change in my system that set off an internal alarm. My stomach tightened.
"She's at it again," my system whispered. "Trying to undermine you."
I looked up, and sure enough, the spy—the girl who'd mocked me earlier—was hovering near my desk, her expression innocently casual. But I knew better.
Before I could act, he appeared. Like always. Silent. Dominant. Standing behind me, his presence alone made the air thrum with tension.
"She's tampering with your work," he said softly, just to me. His hand brushed mine—possessive, grounding, a silent warning to anyone who dared.
The spy froze, realizing she'd been caught, but she tried to recover with a flippant smile. "I was just… helping."
He didn't flinch. Didn't even raise his voice. Yet the room seemed to shrink, his control radiating outward. "Help? That looks like sabotage to me."
Her smirk faltered. She glanced around, aware that he could see through her every move—maybe even her intentions before she had the chance to act.
I swallowed, feeling the familiar mix of fear and excitement. "I… I can handle it," I whispered.
"No," he said, voice low, sharp. "Not when it's like this." His eyes met mine, and that possessive tension wrapped around my chest, making it impossible to breathe normally. "Trust me."
With a few swift keystrokes, he restored my files, corrected the alterations, and left a subtle trap of his own for the spy—enough that she wouldn't dare try again without getting caught.
The spy glared, defeated, muttering under her breath, but she didn't touch anything else.
He leaned closer, just slightly, letting his hand brush mine again. "You're mine. No one gets to touch what's yours."
I felt it—a shiver of heat, fear, and longing all at once. Safe. Protected. Obsessed over.
Even in the middle of office sabotage, I realized: with him watching, no one could win against us.