She's Mine

At the studio.

He pulls up in front of the studio and parks the car, his eyes scanning the building as we get out. He takes my hand possessively, his body tense with possessiveness and irritation at the fact that I'm about to be surrounded by other people who will undoubtedly be seeing me in all my dolled-up glory.

"I still can't believe I'm letting you walk into this damn place and be surrounded by a bunch of guys ogling and admiring you. Damn it, I'm gonna be so damn jealous."

I squeeze his hand reassuringly, trying to soothe his possessiveness and jealousy.

"Hey, relax, you jealous caveman. It's just a photo shoot, that's all. Just a few hours of me being dolled up and photographed while you sit there and give everyone the glowering death glare, just to make sure they stay away from me." I tease, half-amused and half-fond of his jealousy.

He huffs out a rough laugh, the possessiveness in his eyes still evident.

"Just a damn photo shoot, she says. Just a few hours of you looking all damn gorgeous and dolled up, being photographed and gawked at by other guys who will be drooling over you. And me sitting there, grumbling and giving everyone the damn death glare, trying not to punch every damn guy who dares to look at you too long. Damn it, I don't know how the hell I'm gonna keep my cool through all of this."

I grab his face and give him a quick kiss.

"Calm down, Rei. It's all going to be over before you know it. So don't be too mad about, alright?" I say, looking at him softly as I stroke his cheeks with my thumbs.

His eyes soften at the gentle touch of my thumbs against his cheeks, and a small part of his possessive irritation eases at the reassuring words.

"You make it sound so damn easy, dammit. You don't understand how hard it's gonna be for me, sitting there, watching you all dolled up and gorgeous, with every guy in that damn room admiring you and looking at you like you're some damn goddess. It's gonna be damn torture, princess."

"I know... but please bear with it for a while. I'll make it up to you."

He sighs, the possessive irritation in his eyes giving way to a hint of reluctant resignation. He knows he doesn't have much choice but to sit through this damn photo shoot and watch me be all dolled up and photographed by other guys.

"I'll try, damn it. I'll try to bear with it, though it's gonna be damn hard. And you damn well better make it up to me afterward. You owe me big time for putting me through this jealous caveman hell."

I chuckle and kiss him tenderly.

"Come on. Let's go."

He allows himself to be distracted by the soft, tender kiss, the possessive irritation in his eyes momentarily pushed to one side.

"Damn it, princess, you're damn good at distracting me, you know that?" He murmurs, his voice low and rough with a hint of grudging affection. "But fine, let's get this damn photo shoot over with. The sooner it's done, the sooner I can get you alone and make you pay up for putting me through this jealous hell."

Holding my hand possessively, he leads me into the photo studio, his eyes already scanning the room, taking in the other photographers and fashion people bustling about. His body is tense and wary as he looks around, his possessive instincts on high alert.

"Damn it, princess, why does it feel like the damn room is already practically full of guys who are probably gonna be admiring you and gawking at you. Look at all these damn guys, all of them probably itching to get their damn hands on you."

I can't help laughing softly at his possessive grumbling, both amused and fond of his jealous caveman behavior.

"Relax, Rei. These guys are just here to do their job and take some damn pictures. They're not gonna be trying to touch or get their hands all over me, I promise you. Besides, you're gonna be here, giving them all your damn jealous death glare, so I'm sure they'll all know I'm off-limits."

He let's out a grunt, his possessive instincts only slightly pacified by my reassurance.

"Damn right, I'll be here, making damn sure every single one of these guys knows you're taken. But that doesn't stop me from being damn jealous and irritated that they're gonna be seeing you all dolled up and gorgeous while you parade around in those damn photo shoot outfits. I bet you're gonna look damn perfect in every damn one of them, and they're gonna be eating it up, admiring every damn curve of your body."

At that moment, the director, a young and fashionable man, calls out to me, signaling that it's time to get started with the photo shoot.

The director walks over, looking me up and down, a wide smile on his face. "Ah, there you are! Perfect timing! We're almost ready to start the shoot, and I have to say, you're looking absolutely stunning already."

Rei's grip on my hand instinctively tightens as the director approaches, his possessiveness only growing stronger at the sight of the director admiring me.

The director continues to talk, his eyes moving over my body in a way that makes Rei's possessive instincts flare up even further.

"We've got some amazing outfits and props ready for this shoot, and I have no doubt you're going to look fantastic in all of them. You have the perfect physique and look, and I can already tell this shoot is going to be a success."

Rei growls faintly, his hand clenching around mine even tighter, the possessiveness burning in his eyes as he hears the director praising me and admiring my body.

The director doesn't seem to notice Rei's possessive behavior or the death glare he's giving him, too caught up in the excitement of the photo shoot.

"Now, come on, we should really get started. We've got a lot to get through, and I can't wait to see how you look in the first outfit."

He turns, gesturing for me to follow him further into the studio, the other fashion people and photographers already gathering around and getting ready.

I cast a glance at Rei, seeing the possessive irritation blazing in his eyes as he glares at the director's back. I squeeze his hand reassuringly, knowing he's struggling to keep his jealousy and possessiveness under control as the photo shoot gets underway.

"I'll be alright," I murmur to him, trying to soothe his possessive instincts a little. "Just sit back and watch, alright? And try not to growl at every single guy who looks in my direction."

He huffs out a rough breath, his possessive instincts still burning hot inside him. He grumbles quietly under his breath, clearly not happy about the idea of having to sit back and watch while other guys admire me and take photographs of me in all my dolled up glory.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll try. But you better believe I'm gonna be sitting there, grumbling and giving everybody the damn death glare. And if anyone tries to get too damn close or admire you too damn much, I'm gonna lose it."

I chuckle softly, amused by his possessive grumbling and his determined declaration to glare at anybody who dares to admire me too much.

"Oh, I don't doubt that for a second," I reply, a hint of playful teasing in my voice. "You're gonna be like a damn jealous caveman, sitting there with that scowl on your face, trying not to punch somebody for looking at me too long. But try not to maim anyone, alright?"

The director snaps into action, immediately calling out instructions to the other photographers and fashion workers. The studio becomes a whirlwind of activity as everyone gets ready, the lights getting positioned, the camera equipment set up, and the first outfit for the shoot prepared.

Rei reluctantly lets go of my hand, watching as I'm swept away by the flurry of activity, my body about to be turned into a vision of flawless beauty. He lets out a low, possessive growl, his eyes following my every move, already mentally cursing all the guys who will soon be drooling over me.

As the photo shoot gets underway, my body is transformed into a work of art. The first outfit is a stunning black dress, clinging to my curves in all the right ways, accentuating my figure, and making me look absolutely breathtaking.

The photographers and fashion workers swarm around me, adjusting the dress and positioning me in different poses, their eyes roaming over my body as they work. And in the corner, Rei sits there, his hands clenched tightly into fists, his possessive instincts flared up like never before as he watches the guys admiring my body.

The photo shoot is a blur of clicks, adjustments, and different poses. The cameras never stop flashing, the photographers calling out directions and snapping shots of me in each angle, capturing every damn curve and contour of my body.

All the while, Rei sits there, watching every single move, his possessive instincts on high alert. He's tense, his eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, as he sees every single guy in the room admiring me, their eyes roaming over my body like I'm some goddamn piece of candy.

The shoot continues, the different outfits being swapped out and each more beautiful and provocative than the last. With each change, the guys in the room seem to grow more and more captivated, their eyes lighting up with admiration and appreciation.

Rei, on the other hand, seems to grow more and more agitated as the minutes pass, his possessive instincts nearly at boiling point. His eyes never leave me, his body taut as a tightrope, as he watches the guys drooling over me, admiring every damn inch of my exposed skin.

The photo shoot is like a slow, torturous hell for Rei. Every click of the camera, every flattering comment from the guys, every outfit change that reveals more and more of my skin, it all just seems to add fuel to the fire of his possessive instincts. He can hardly stand it, watching all the guys drooling over me, their eyes roving over my body with open admiration.

And yet, through all the frustration and possessive jealousy, he remains seated in the corner, his hands clenched into tight fists, the vein in his forehead close to bursting.

The photo shoot continues for what feels like an eternity. The guys in the room seem to be getting bolder, their comments becoming more and more forward, their eyes openly admiring me. Their admiration is almost palpably thick, like a goddamn fog.

Rei, on the other hand, seems to be reaching the limit of his patience. His eyes flicker with possessive jealousy, his jaw clenched so tight it could break. It's taking every damn ounce of his self-control not to explode right there and then, the possessiveness and jealousy eating him alive.

One of the guys, a fashion assistant who's been particularly bold in his admiration, calls out to me, his voice filled with open appreciation.

"Damn, you look so damn fine in that outfit. You're killing it, sweetheart."

Those words are the last damn straw for Rei. His eyes flash with jealous anger, his possessive instincts flaring up like a goddamn inferno. He can feel his patience snap, his body tensing in the corner, and he struggles to hold back the growl building in his throat.

The guy, completely oblivious to the danger he's in, continues with another comment, his eyes roaming over my figure like he has every right to admire me.

"Damn, I could look at you all day. You're an absolute work of art, sweetheart. You've got every damn guy in this room practically drooling over you."

This, it seems, is too damn much for Rei. He can't take it anymore. In a split second, he's on his feet, the chair falling back with a loud thud as he stalks towards the guy.

The fashion assistant's eyes widen in surprise and confusion as he sees Rei stalk towards him, the look of pure anger and possessiveness on his face more than a little intimidating.

"W-woah, man, chill out! I was just complimenting her, that's all!" the guy sputters, frantically backing away from Rei, his hands raised in a placating gesture.

But Rei is not in the goddamn mood. He grabs the guy by the collar, his voice low and menacing.

"Keep your damn eyes to yourself, bastard. She's mine."

The guy pales, his eyes widening in fear as he feels the iron grip of Rei's hand on his collar, his body immediately stilling. He stutters, clearly scared out of his damn mind.

"Jesus, man, I didn't mean anything by it! I was just complimenting her. It's part of my job! I wasn't trying anything, I swear!"

Rei's eyes flash with possessiveness and anger, his grip tightening on the guy's collar.

"Bullshit. I saw you drooling over her like a damn dog. You were eyeing her like she was a piece of meat."

The guy swallows hard, his body visibly trembling under the intensity of Rei's glare, the fear written plain on his face.

"I-I wasn't drooling over her, man! I was just... admiring her beauty, that's all! It's my job to notice and appreciate the models, alright? I didn't mean anything by it, I swear!"

Rei's eyes narrow, his grip on the guy's collar tightening even further.

"That's bullshit and you know it. You weren't just admiring her beauty. You were practically undressing her with your eyes."

The guy tries to protest to defend himself, but his words are lost under the pressure of Rei's angry glare.

"No, no, I swear, I wasn't doing that! I was just -"

Rei cuts the guy off with a rough growl.

"Save it, bastard. I saw the way you were looking at her, looking at my damn girl like a piece of meat. It was beyond 'just admiring her beauty'. You were undressing her with your eyes, plain as day. I'm not blind, dammit."

The guy stutters, still trying to come up with some kind of defense, any kind of excuse to get Rei off his back.

"Look, man, I swear I was just appreciating her as a model, alright? I wasn't trying to - damn, you're hurting me!"

But his protests and explanations fall on deaf ears. Rei's grip on the guy's collar is like iron, his possessiveness burning with a white-hot fire.

"Appreciating her as a model, my ass. You were ogling her, period."

The guy winces in pain, the pressure of Rei's grip on his collar starts to become painful.

"I-I was just- ah, damn it, man, you're hurting me! Let go, would you?!"

Rei's eyes flash with possessive anger, his jaw clenched tighter than ever.

"You think I care if I'm hurting you, you disrespectful bastard? You should consider yourself lucky. I haven't knocked your damn teeth out already. And I will, if you keep ogling my girl like that again."

The guy practically whimpers, his face contorted in pain.

"Okay, okay! I get it, alright? I was ogling her, I wasn't just appreciating her beauty, I was being disrespectful. I was being an idiot, I swear! Just please, for the love of god, let go of me. You're gonna break my collar bone at this rate!"

Rei's grip on the guy's collar only gets tighter, the possessive jealousy and anger still burning in his eyes.

"You're damn right you were being an idiot. And I'm glad you admit it."

The guy winces again, struggling against Rei's iron grip on his collar.

"Agh, okay, okay, I admit it! I messed up, I was being an idiot, a complete dumbass! I won't look at her like that again, I swear. Just please, man, you're hurting me. Can you please just let go of my damn collar? I'm gonna have a damn bruise on my neck after this, Jesus Christ."

Rei's grip remains tight, the possessive anger still burning in his eyes.

"A bruise? You think I care if you end up with a goddamn bruise on your neck? You're lucky it's just a bruise and not a broken nose, you disrespectful idiot. But fine, I'll let go of your damn collar. On one condition."

The guy practically sags in relief, his body relaxing a bit now that the pressure is a little less intense.

"O-okay, what's the condition? Name whatever you want, man, please, just make it something reasonable. I don't think I can take much more of your damn grip. My goddamn neck is gonna snap."

Rei's eyes narrow, a hint of a dangerous smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"My condition is simple but non-negotiable. From this moment on, you don't even so much as glance at my girl in an inappropriate manner again. No ogling, no undressing her with your eyes, no comments, no nothing. You keep your damn eyes and your mouth and your damn thoughts to yourself, got it? My girl is off limits, period. And I'm gonna be watching you like a damn hawk. And if I catch you even so much as glance at her–" Rei drags his thumb across his neck."You're dead."