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𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 — 𝐟𝟏 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐝

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++ special guests : dr3, jb22, sv5, kr7, nr6, toto wolff, james vowles, laurent mekies && our lovely ladies — lily z, lily muni he, kelly piquet, alexandra saint mleux, carmen mundt, kika gomes, rebecca donaldson, flavy barla & susie wolff

; once i claim my territory, i get territorial

(a/n) : omg one of my beautiful moots sent me a request asking who i thought got jealous the most and i could not resist!!!!! also added some of our lovely wags this time<3 also still including yuki + leaving the teams the same until next season starts just bc i want to. recommended playlist : territorial by kali uchis (the entire concept is based around this song) (teeheehee i luv kali sm), heartbeat by childish gambino, streets by doja cat, dark red by steve lacy, seek and destroy by sza, house of balloons/glass table girls by the weeknd, poison by brent faiyaz

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥

𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 - You get jealous easily with Max, and he loves it — the way your jaw tightens when someone laughs a little too hard at his joke, the way your hand slips possessively into his. “You gonna keep glaring at her or kiss me?” he murmurs, amused, eyes dark with satisfaction. But the rare times Max gets jealous, it’s intense — like when a driver's arm lingers around your waist for half a second too long after a hug and Max immediately steps in, hand firm on your back. Later, when you tease him about it, he smirks. “Didn’t like it?” he asks, thumb brushing your hip. You swallow. “I didn’t say that.”

𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐚 - Yuki gets jealous more often, but it’s quieter — a flicker of doubt behind his eyes when someone compliments you a little too enthusiastically. He shrugs it off at first, joking, but later he admits, “Sometimes I don’t get why you’re with me.” You stop him immediately, cupping his face, forcing him to look at you. “Because I want you, Yuki. Not anyone else.” His shoulders relax, relief washing over him, and he lets out a small laugh. “You always say that.” You smile softly. “And I’ll keep saying it until you believe me.”

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬

𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 - Neither of you really get jealous, but sometimes you pretend to — like when a reporter flirts a bit too openly and you cross your arms dramatically. “Oh?” George says, fighting a grin. “Am I in trouble?” You roll your eyes. “Maybe.” He doesn’t even bother defending himself, just steps closer, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, then another to your cheek. “Still mad?” he asks, smiling against your skin. You sigh, already melting. “You’re impossible, Russell.” He laughs. “And you love it.”

𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢 - Kimi is completely oblivious when girls flirt with him — smiling politely, answering questions, not realizing what’s happening until you step in beside him. You slide your arm through his and smile sweetly at the girl. “He’s taken,” you say calmly. Kimi blinks, then looks down at you, lips twitching. “Amore,” he murmurs, amused, “you didn’t have to scare her.” You raise a brow. “You didn’t notice.” He shrugs, kissing your temple. “Why would I look when I already have you, mia bella?” And you both know — he only ever has eyes for you.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐦𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧

𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢 - Oscar almost never gets jealous, so when you run into your ex in the paddock — now an engineer — it takes you a second to notice the shift. Oscar’s arm slides around your waist, calm and steady, but his jaw tightens just slightly as the conversation stretches on. He doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t raise his voice — just leans in and says, “Ready to go, love?” in that even tone of his. Your ex excuses himself quickly, and Oscar doesn’t say a word until you’re alone. “Didn’t love that,” he admits quietly, eyes steady on yours. You tease him, smiling. “Jealous?” He exhales through his nose. “Maybe. Don't get used to it, pretty," But his hand stays firm on your hip the rest of the day.

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 - You and Lando are usually unshakable, teasing without a trace of jealousy. But when a girl at the club presses in too close, hand lingering on his arm, something sharp flares in your chest. You step in smoothly, fingers curling around Lando’s collar as you murmur, “He’s not interested.” Lando blinks, then grins — slow, dangerous, clearly enjoying this far too much. He lets you pull him closer, hands immediately finding your waist. “Didn’t know you had that in you,” he laughs into your ear. You shoot him a look. “Don’t.” He kisses your neck, voice low. “God, you’re so hot when you do that.”

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐚𝐫 - Isack is already halfway jealous before the guy at the gym even opens his mouth. You’re mid set when someone comments a little too confidently, and Isack immediately straightens, towel draped over his shoulders like a challenge. He steps closer to you, hand settling at your lower back, eyes sharp. “She’s busy,” he says coolly. You bite back a smile, finishing your reps before teasing, “You know I can handle myself, right?” He smirks, eyes dark, leaning in. “I know,” he murmurs. “Doesn’t mean I’ll let them try.” You laugh softly, heart warm. “You’re ridiculous.” He kisses your temple. “Later,” he says quietly, “I’ll remind you why you’re mine.”

𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧 - You never get jealous — ever — which is why the reporter flirting blatantly with Liam right in front of you feels less like insecurity and more like disrespect. She laughs too loudly, touches his arm, and you step in without missing a beat. “We done here?” you ask sweetly, eyes never leaving hers. Liam’s lips twitch, barely holding back a grin. The reporter stumbles through an excuse and leaves, and Liam turns to you, openly amused. “That was impressive,” he says. You shrug. “I don’t play.” He pulls you in by the waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I love watching you handle things,” he admits. “It's cute.”

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐢

𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 - Lewis almost never gets jealous — he’s too secure, too self assured for that — so when someone’s attention lingers on you a second too long, you barely notice it. He does. There’s no reaction in public, no interruption, just a calm hand at your lower back and a quiet, “It's getting a bit late. You ready, doll?” later than usual. It’s only once you’re alone that he finally speaks, voice low, controlled. “Didn't appreciate his eyes all over you,” he murmurs, eyes steady on yours. You smile, amused. “Oh? Didn't notice.” He steps closer, presence overwhelming without effort. “'M sure you didn't, love,” he says softly — and that night, he reminds you why you will always be his.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 - You and Charles are solid — secure, playful, unbothered — until date night takes a turn when the waitress starts leaning a little too close. Her compliments linger, her smile a little too practiced, and Charles looks to you, already amused, already knowing. You meet her eyes calmly and say, “We’re fine, thank you,” with a smile that isn’t actually kind. Charles bites his lip to keep from laughing. When she leaves, you turn to him, tilting your head. “You’re in trouble later,” you say, winking. He grins, leaning across the table. “I’ll gladly accept my punishment.” His knee nudges yours. “Worth it.”

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐲 - Pierre doesn’t really do jealousy — it just doesn’t stick to him — but Franco talking to you? That’s different. He watches from across the room as Franco laughs too loud, leans a bit too close, and Pierre casually walks over, slipping an arm around your waist. “Hey,” he says easily, kissing your temple like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You smile, leaning into him, and Franco immediately gets the message. Later, you tease Pierre. “You jealous?” He shrugs, smirking. “Not jealous.” He squeezes your waist. “Just reminding him.”

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 - You’ve always known Franco flirts — it’s practically a reflex — and you don’t mind because you know exactly who he comes home with. But when a girl takes it too far, assuming things she absolutely shouldn’t, you step in without hesitation. “¿Estás loca o qué?” you snap, eyes sharp, putting her firmly in her place. Franco watches the entire thing with a slow, delighted smirk, arms crossed, clearly enjoying himself. When she leaves, he leans down, voice teasing. “¿Vas a castigarme, mami?” You roll your eyes, pushing his chest lightly. “You’re unbelievable.” He laughs softly. “But you love me.” And you already know exactly how you’ll handle him later.

(¿Estás loca o qué? = Are you crazy or what? + ¿Vas a castigarme, mami? = Are you going to punish me? )

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 - Carlos is incredibly secure — he knows he’s attractive, knows people look, but he also knows his heart has been yours for a long time. He notices immediately when you get riled up, eyes sharp as someone flirts a little too openly with him. Instead of stopping it, he lets it play out for a moment, watching you with clear amusement. Later, though, when you’re alone, his tone softens completely. “Hey,” he says quietly, hands warm on your waist. “You okay, amor?” You shrug, suddenly less fiery. He tilts your chin up, eyes sincere. “I don’t want anyone else. Ever.” And he spends the rest of the night making sure you feel loved, chosen, and completely secure in that truth.

𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐧 - Alex is calm to a fault, so when jealousy hits him, it comes out… oddly. He gets quieter, a little more clingy without realizing it, hovering just a bit too close. You catch on immediately, smiling. “Are you jealous?” you tease. He scratches the back of his neck, sheepish. “Maybe?” You laugh softly, pulling him into a hug, kissing his cheek. “You’re adorable,” you murmur. He relaxes instantly, arms wrapping around you, relief written all over his face. “I just really love you,” he admits. You grin. “Good. I really love you too.”

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐬

𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 - Ollie’s usually all energy and smiles, so when he goes quiet after seeing you talking with Kimi, it’s impossible to miss. He doesn’t say anything — just sticks close, laugh softer, eyes thoughtful the rest of the day. That night in the hotel, he finally breaks. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly, sitting beside you. “I didn’t mean to shut down. I just… got in my head.” You soften immediately, pulling him into your arms. “Hey,” you whisper. “You don’t lose me that easily.” He exhales, clinging to you like he needs the reassurance. “I know,” he murmurs. “I just need you.” And you give him all the affection he didn’t know how to ask for.

𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐧 - You and Esteban are anchored, mature, deeply content — so when a girl at the club gets a little too handsy, you don’t explode. You just go quiet. Esteban notices instantly. Back at the hotel, he cups your face gently. “Mon cœur,” he murmurs. “Talk to me.” You admit it bothered you, even if you trust him completely. He nods, listening, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m yours,” he says simply. “Only you.” You relax into him, warmth spreading through your chest. “Je sais,” you whisper. He smiles, holding you close. “Toujours,” he promises.

(Je sais = I know, Toujours = Always)

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫

𝐠𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨 - Gabi is usually carefree, laughing, teasing, completely unbothered — until he notices someone standing a little too close to you, voice low in a way that makes your shoulders tense. He’s at your side instantly, arms wrapping around your waist like it’s instinct, chin resting lightly on your shoulder. “Tudo bem?” he asks softly, eyes flicking to the guy with a polite but unmistakable warning. You relax immediately, leaning back into him. Later, you tease him for how fast he moved. He grins, unapologetic. “I don’t get jealous,” he says easily. “But I don’t let anyone make you uncomfortable either.” Then he presses a kiss to your neck, affectionate and sure, like that settles everything.

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐡ü𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 - Nico never gets jealous — he’s far too secure for that — and he watches with quiet amusement when a woman flirts with him a little too confidently. He doesn’t encourage it, doesn’t shut it down either, just glances over at you, already knowing what’s coming. You step in smoothly, calm but firm, making it very clear who he belongs to. Nico has to bite back a smile. Later, he wraps an arm around you, murmuring, “You know I only see you, right?” You tilt your head. “I know.” He chuckles softly, kissing your temple. “Still,” he adds, clearly pleased, “I like when you're all riled up.”

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 - You and Daniel are so laid back it almost feels unshakeable — someone flirts, one of you laughs it off, and you both somehow end up back together without a word. His arm finds your waist, your hand slips into his, natural as breathing. But every once in a while, something sparks and you get fired up, eyes sharp, tone unmistakable. Daniel notices immediately and has to bite back a grin. “Oh,” he murmurs later, clearly entertained, “there she is.” You roll your eyes, still heated. He just pulls you in closer, voice warm and amused. “Relax, love. You’ve already reminded everyone that I am yours.” And he makes sure you know exactly how much he enjoys it.

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 - Jenson never tries to make you jealous — he doesn’t need to — but he knows the moment a woman approaches him, you’re already clocking it. You step in smoothly, hand sliding over his arm, voice calm but unmistakably possessive. Jenson watches it all with quiet satisfaction, eyes soft, lips curved in a knowing smile. Later, when you catch him looking particularly pleased, you raise a brow. “Enjoying yourself?” He hums. “Very much.” He leans in, voice low. “I love when you remind me where I belong.” And you do — thoroughly.

𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐥 - Sebastian is gentle, steady, always has been — and so are you — but sometimes insecurity sneaks in quietly. Especially when a younger man lingers a little too long, close to your age, smiling too easily. Sebastian doesn’t say anything right away, just grows quieter, thoughtful. You notice immediately, slipping your hand into his. “Hey,” you murmur later, forehead resting against his. “It’s always you.” He exhales, tension easing. “I know,” he says softly. “I just…” You smile, kissing his cheek. “Forever,” you whisper. He smiles back, relieved, holding you like he never plans to let go.

𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐫ä𝐢𝐤𝐤ö𝐧𝐞𝐧 - Kimi’s presence alone is usually enough — cold, quiet, unreadable — and no one dares flirt with you when he’s nearby. On the rare occasion someone tries, it doesn’t last long. A single look from Kimi, a low, clipped “She’s with me,” and the guy is already backing away. You glance up at him later, amused. “You didn’t have to do that.” Kimi shrugs. “He should’ve known.” His hand tightens briefly at your waist, grounding, possessive. “Mine.” And that’s the end of it.

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 - Nico knows exactly what he has — a stunning, younger wife — and he takes undeniable pride in it. When someone flirts with you, he watches calmly at first, almost amused, letting it happen just long enough. Then he steps in, arm sliding around your shoulders, smile polite but unmistakably territorial. “Sorry,” he says smoothly. “She’s taken.” Later, you tease him about it. “You like that, don’t you?” He chuckles, pulling you closer. “I like reminding everyone,” he murmurs, “that you chose me.” And he makes sure you never forget why that choice was mutual.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐬

𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐟 - Toto has always been possessive of you — not in a suffocating way, but in a way that makes you feel deeply wanted, chosen every single day. At the charity gala, he notices it instantly: a man lingering too close, voice too smooth as he asks your name. Before you can answer, Toto steps in beside you, hand settling firmly at your lower back. “Mrs. Wolff is her name." The man blinks, nods quickly, and retreats without another word. You look up at Toto, amused, eyes warm. “That was smooth,” you murmur, kissing his cheek. Toto smirks, leaning down to your ear. “I don’t share,” he says simply. And the way he holds you afterward makes sure you never doubt how much he means it.

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐬 - James is aware of the age gap more than he lets on — usually confident, steady — but something about seeing you and Carlos talking closely unsettles him. He excuses himself quietly, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s gone. You find him later in his office, standing by the window, hands clasped behind his back. “You disappeared,” you say softly. He turns, hesitating. “I just… needed a moment.” You cross the room immediately, taking his hands. “James,” you murmur, “there is no one else.” His shoulders ease as you speak, your words slow and deliberate. “I chose you. Every day.” He exhales, forehead resting against yours. “I know,” he says quietly. “I just needed to hear it.” You smile, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Anytime.”

𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 - Laurent has always been calm, composed — proud to have you at his side, his brilliant, younger wife — and you are equally proud to be his. But when a woman near your age starts flirting a little too openly, something stirs inside of you. You approach smoothly, slipping beside Laurent, letting the light catch your ring as you rest your hand on his arm. “Mon mari,” you say sweetly, smiling just enough. The message lands immediately, and the girl excuses herself. Laurent watches her go, then looks at you with an amused glint in his eye. “Jalouse?” he asks softly. You lift your chin. “A little.” He chuckles, pulling you closer. “Ma chérie,” he murmurs, kissing your temple, “you wear it beautifully.” And the way he holds your hand the rest of the night tells everyone exactly who he belongs to.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐳 - Lily is quiet, reserved, and a little shy, so when girls approach you, you feel her tension immediately. She doesn’t say anything at first — just stays close, fingers lightly hooking into your sleeve. You smile and smoothly loop an arm around her waist. “This is my girlfriend, Lily,” you say warmly. Lily’s cheeks pink instantly, but her shoulders relax, eyes softening as she smiles shyly. Later, she murmurs, “You didn’t have to do that.” You kiss her forehead. “I like to show you off, my love.” She squeezes your hand, insecurity completely gone.

𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢 𝐡𝐞 - Neither of you are the jealous type — you’re secure, playful, proud of each other — but after her tournament, you notice a girl lingering a little too close, hand resting on Lily’s arm. You step in casually, smiling. “Ready, pretty?” Lily glances at you, instantly clocking the tone. She smirks, nodding. “Yeah,” she says easily, then leans in and kisses you without hesitation. The girl freezes, then steps away. Lily laughs softly once you’re alone. “You’re cute when you do that.” You grin. “Back at you.”

𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭 - Kelly has always been protective — never jealous, just deeply aware of your comfort. When a guy at the club tries to pull you onto the dance floor and you stiffen, Kelly is there immediately. She kisses you quickly, confidently, hands firm at your hips, unmistakable. The guy backs off instantly. Kelly leans in, voice low. “You okay?” You nod, heart racing. She smiles, brushing your hair back. “Good.” The rest of the night, she stays close, grounding, possessive in the way that makes you feel completely safe.

𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐱 - Alexandra is magnetic — people are always drawn to her — and you try to hide your jealousy when someone approaches, clinging just a little closer. She notices every time. With a polite smile, she waves them off. “Pardon,” she says softly. Then she turns to you, amused. “Mon amour,” she murmurs, brushing her thumb over your hand, “you get adorable when you’re jealous.” You scoff. “I’m not jealous.” She laughs quietly, kissing your cheek. “Bien sûr.” And she doesn’t let anyone interrupt you again.

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐭 - You and Carmen are so clearly each other’s that jealousy almost never exists. The way you stand together, touch casually, laugh easily — everyone knows. And if someone doesn’t? You make it clear. Carmen slips an arm around your waist, smiling sweetly. “This is my partner,” she says. You squeeze her hand. There’s no tension, no insecurity — just confidence and mutual devotion.

𝐤𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 - Kika is breathtaking — everyone wants her — but she’s hopelessly obsessed with you. When someone approaches her, she lights up immediately. “My girlfriend is amazing,” she says without missing a beat. “She’s right there.” She drags you into the conversation proudly, arm tight around you. Later, you tease her. “You don’t even hesitate.” She laughs, kissing your cheek. “Why would I?” she asks. “You’re mine.”

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 - Rebecca loves deeply — intensely — and jealousy slips out even when she tries to hide it. When someone flirts with you, she makes a sharp comment under her breath, eyes narrowed. You laugh softly, leaning into her. “What am I going to do with you?” you tease. She exhales, wrapping her arms around you. “I just don’t like sharing,” she mutters. You kiss her cheek. “Good thing you don’t have to.” She relaxes instantly, holding you like that’s all she ever wants.

𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚 - Flavy is pure sweetness — she often mistakes flirting for friendliness, smiling politely until she’s clearly overwhelmed. You step in gently, slipping an arm around her shoulders. “Hi,” you say warmly. “I’m her girlfriend.” The message lands immediately, and the person excuses themselves. Flavy exhales in relief, turning to you. “Thank you,” she murmurs, before showering you with soft kisses. “I didn’t know how to leave.” You smile, holding her close. “That’s what I’m here for.”

𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐟 - Susie genuinely believes you’re extraordinary — and she understands exactly why people are drawn to you. She’s never threatened, only proud. She introduces you everywhere with a warm smile. “This is my wife.” Her hand squeezes yours, eyes shining. Later, she murmurs, “I love showing you off.” You laugh softly. “You don’t mind?” She shakes her head, kissing your knuckles. “Never,” she says. “You chose me.” And that’s all that matters.

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