The morning light filters through the heavy drapes, casting a soft glow over the room. You and Theo are in the aftermath of an intimate moment, the air still buzzing with the electricity of your shared passion. Theo, standing by the edge of the bed, is buttoning his pants, his gaze occasionally flicking up to meet yours.

"Just to be clear, we're—" Theo starts, his voice a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

"Friends," you interject quickly, not wanting to complicate things.

You reach for what you think is your tie, which is draped over the back of a chair, and start to tie it around your neck. Before you can finish, he wraps the tie around his hand and pulls you closer, his eyes darkening with a playful, possessive look in his eyes.

"This is my tie, bella," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate.