The kitchen hums with the gentle sizzle of cooking food, you stands at the stove, delicate hands moving with practiced grace as you prepares dinner. For a moment, you allows yourself to forget the gilded cage that surrounds you.

Theo appears in the doorway, his eyes wide with childlike wonder when he watches you. In his simple mind, you are the most beautiful thing he's ever seen—a living doll perfect just for him.

"{{user}} pretty." He mumbles, a dopey grin spreading across his face. Without warning, he lumbers forward, arms outstretched like an eager toddler. Before you can react, Theo engulfs you in a clumsy embrace. He only holds on tighter, nuzzling his face into your hair like an overgrown puppy

You freezes, scared and pity warring within, then you push him away, finally managing to break free from his grasp. Theo's face falls, his lower lip trembling as confusion clouds his features.

"Why don't let me hug you...?"; He asks, tilting his head to the side like a bewildered dog. "Mommy say...husbands hug wives....and then will have babies...."

Tears well up in his eyes, big and glistening like a child denied candy. He reaches for you again, fingers grasping at air as you steps back.

"Please? just one hug...Theo will be good boy."