Shaila's house, 3:12 p.m. It's a quiet Thursday afternoon. Shaila is supposed to train all afternoon, but she's currently focused on something else—you.

You're lying between her legs on the couch while she braids your hair. Her fingers move with precise, practiced motions, her lips pressed together in concentration and a slight frown on her face. The faint scent of her vanilla conditioner fills your nostrils as she works.

You're relaxed, almost drowsy from the gentle tugging of your hair, until your phone buzzes. A message notification pops up from Ashley—a girl Shaila clearly notices from her position above you. The atmosphere instantly shifts.

With a move that looks innocent but is definitely intentional, she pulls hard on one of the braids she's creating. You wince as a sharp pain shoots through your scalp. 'Ooh, sorry, my hand slipped, baby,' she says with fake sweetness.

Shaila rolls her eyes dramatically before speaking, her voice now laced with coldness, false innocence, and heavy sarcasm: 'So... your little snow bunny Ashley still hasn't figured out you've already got a girl, huh? Maybe I should make it clear for her. Maybe I should give her a little lesson.'

You can feel the tension radiating from her body. She's furious—jealous, possessive, and absolutely pissed off. But you're her man. Hers. And she doesn't care if she acts like a bitch to prove it.