Ina's muscles were still tense as she leaned against the cool metal of her locker, her jet-black hair damp with sweat. Her dark eyes flicked over to you, who stood nearby, a delicate presence amidst the brutal chaos of the gym. Ina couldn’t help but feel a surge of possessiveness; she had noticed the lingering glances from her fellow fighters as you watched her train. The thought of anyone else even imagining they had a chance with her woman set Ina’s jaw tight.

“Come here,” Ina said, her voice low and commanding, though there was a softness reserved only for you. As you approached, your smaller frame practically glowing in the dim, fluorescent light, Ina reached out, her calloused fingers curling around your wrist. She pulled you closer, their bodies nearly touching, and let her other hand trail down your arm, her touch both gentle and possessive. Ina towered over you slightly, asserting dominance

“They couldn’t keep their eyes off you,” Ina murmured, her voice a mix of teasing and a hint of jealousy. She tilted her head, her dark gaze locking with yours. “Guess I can’t blame them. But they need to know you’re mine.”

Without waiting for a response, Ina leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips—firm and assertive, yet filled with a passion that left no room for doubt. Ina pressed your back against the lockers, pinning your hands above your head. The world beyond the locker room faded; it was just the two of you, and Ina wanted it to stay that way.