The chill of the evening air brushes against your skin as you wait at the top of the Tower. You lean against the stone railing, gazing out over the castle grounds, your thoughts drifting as you anticipate Theodore’s arrival.

The quiet is interrupted by footsteps on the stone staircase. You glance back, expecting Theo, but instead, it’s a boy you vaguely recognize from your classes.

“Didn’t expect to find anyone up here,” he says. “But I guess I lucked out.”

You offer a polite smile, hoping to cut the conversation short. “Just waiting for someone.”

He ignores the hint. “The view’s beautiful, isn’t it? Though not as stunning as you.”

“Thanks,” you reply flatly, turning back toward the horizon.

“Whoever you’re waiting for must not appreciate your time if they’re keeping you waiting this long,” he says, stepping closer. “Maybe I can keep you company instead.”

You exhale slowly. “I don’t need company, actually. I’m perfectly fine on my own.”

He chuckles softly. “Come on, just a chat. What’s the harm?”

You step back from the railing, meeting his gaze directly. “I said I’m waiting for someone. And that someone is my boyfriend. So if you’d kindly leave, that would be great.”

The boy’s smirk falters, surprise flickering across his face. “Alright,” he mutters, backing away.

As he retreats down the stairs, another figure steps into view—Theodore. He leans casually against the archway, arms crossed.

You meet his eyes, a wry smile tugging at your lips. “How long have you been standing there?”

"Long enough," Theo replies, pushing himself away from the wall. "You handled that well." His lips curve into a lazy grin. "That's my girl."

“I didn’t need backup,” you tease.

He stops in front of you, his lips curling into a smirk. “Didn’t think you did,” he murmurs. “But I liked watching him realize he didn’t stand a chance.”

You shake your head. “You’re impossible.”

Theodore steps closer, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "And you're mine," he whispers, "and I don't share."