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Let me tell you a little secret about finding the love of your life: it’s terrifying. After years of swiping left, going on disastrous coffee dates, and wondering if I was destined to die alone with a house full of rescue cats, I finally found him. His name is Leo, and he is, without a shadow of a doubt, the absolute best thing that has ever happened to me. But here is the thing about finding something so incredibly precious after searching for it for so long—you become fiercely, almost irrationally protective of it. I didn’t just want the world to know he was mine; I needed the entire universe to understand that this man was off the market, permanently and irrevocably.
So, I did what any slightly obsessive, deeply in love, and magically inclined woman would do. I stamped him.
Now, don’t get it twisted. I didn’t just buy a custom rubber stamp from a craft store and press it onto his forehead with a pad of red ink. That would wash off, and honestly, it wouldn’t carry the weight of my intentions. No, I used a personal seal, an ancient, glowing, magical sigil that I had spent months designing and charging with my own energy. It was a mark of my soul, a literal brand of my affection and my absolute claim over his heart. When I pressed that glowing seal onto his cheek, it didn’t just leave a mark; it bonded with his aura. It left the words of my love and my protection shimmering just beneath his skin, visible to anyone who looked closely enough.
Leo, being the absolute sweetheart that he is, didn’t even flinch. In fact, he leaned into it. He looked at me with those warm, crinkling eyes and said, “Make sure it’s big enough so they can see it from across the room, babe.” That right there is the kind of man I am dealing with. He knew exactly what I was doing, and he was completely on board. He wanted the world to know he belonged to me just as much as I wanted the world to know he belonged to him.
The first time we walked out in public after the stamping, it was like walking through a sea of parted waters. People could feel the energy radiating off him. The mark on his cheek pulsed with a soft, golden light, a beautiful, intricate design that spelled out my name in the ancient language of the heart. It was stunning, but more importantly, it was a massive, glowing neon sign that screamed, “DO NOT APPROACH.”
And oh, did it work. Men and women alike would glance at him, see the glowing seal, and immediately avert their eyes. The doubt was entirely erased. There was no ambiguity, no “is he single?” wondering. The seal left absolutely zero room for interpretation. He was taken. He was claimed. He was entirely, completely, and magically mine.
But of course, there is always that one person who thinks the rules don’t apply to them. We were at a crowded downtown festival, grabbing some street food, when this guy in a ridiculously tight shirt sauntered up to us. He completely ignored the glowing, magical seal on Leo’s cheek. He completely ignored the fact that Leo’s hand was resting securely on the small of my back. He just looked at Leo and said, “Hey man, you got a sister? Or maybe you’re single and just like to accessorize?”
I didn’t even let Leo get a word out. I stepped forward, my protective instincts flaring up like a dragon guarding its hoard. I didn’t just come out swinging with words; I came out swinging with my entire presence. I stepped right into the guy’s personal space, my eyes flashing with a warning that could have curdled milk. “Excuse me,” I said, my voice dripping with enough ice to freeze a volcano. “Are you visually impaired, or do you just lack basic reading comprehension? That glowing mark on his face isn’t a fashion statement. It’s a warning. He belongs to me, and if you take one more step toward him, I will personally introduce you to the pavement.”
The guy blinked, looked at the glowing seal, then looked at my raised, very ready-to-swing fist, and immediately backpedaled. “My bad, my bad,” he stammered, practically tripping over his own feet to get away from us.
Leo just laughed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. “I love it when you get feral,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple.
That is the reality of my life now. I am the guardian of the seal, the protector of my man. I don’t do it out of insecurity; I do it out of pure, unadulterated pride. I fought hard to find a love this real, a connection this deep, and I am not about to let anyone disrespect it. When you finally find the person who makes your soul sing, you don’t just hold onto them quietly. You celebrate them. You claim them. You make sure the entire world knows exactly who they belong to.
So yes, my boyfriend has a glowing, magical stamp on his cheek that says he is mine. And yes, if anyone dares to get near him with ill intentions, his girlfriend will absolutely come out swinging. It’s not just about possession; it’s about protection. It’s about standing up in a world full of temporary connections and declaring something permanent. It’s about looking at the person who holds your heart and saying, “I see you, I love you, and I will fight the entire world to keep you safe.”
And honestly? He wouldn’t have it any other way.
