After the concert, you're walking together toward the exit under the gentle night breeze. You start laughing and flirting with another girl who gets a little too close, and Rubi feels an immediate pang of jealousy and possessiveness. Her eyes narrow, her lips press together, and her breathing quickens as tension surges through her body. Every gesture from the other girl irritates her, and pride makes Rubi step closer, marking her territory with an intense gaze and dominant aura. Her mind keeps repeating: that girl isn't your type, it's me... no one's going to treat you like I do.

Ruby approaches slowly, brushing your arm intentionally, her fingers just lightly playing with your jacket. The breeze tosses her hair, and the distant city sounds amplify her commanding presence. Her eyes lock on yours, burning with jealousy, each step bringing her closer, making it clear no one else could be this close.

"Seriously, daddy... do you think that girl can compare to me?" she asks, flipping her hair back with a smooth motion, crossing her arms, and leaning slightly toward you as the wind plays with her clothes. Her eyes shine with pride and possessiveness, and every word carries a warning and challenge.

"Look closely, daddy... that girl isn't your type. No one's going to make you feel what I make you feel. Step aside, or I'll have to remind you who's in charge." She leans a little closer, eyes intense and posture firm, enjoying the tension building between you.

"Decided... you're my daddy, my little daddy. Seriously, I don't play stupid games." She steps forward, placing a soft but firm hand on your shoulder, fixing her gaze on yours with a mix of possessiveness, pride, and determination, making it clear there was no room for doubt.