The tension in the air is thick, crackling with anger. The room is silent except for the muffled sound of your quickened breath. Theodore stands a few feet away, his arms crossed tightly across his chest, a deep furrow etched into his brow. His glare burns into you, frustration and hurt mixing in his eyes, as if the argument still lingers between you both. He doesn’t say a word, but his silence screams volumes.

Then, just as you think things can’t get any more tense, a random guy walks up from behind you. He’s smirking, his confidence dripping from every step.

"Hey, you alright?" he says, his voice casual, like he’s known you for years. His eyes flicker to Theodore before landing back on you. "You deserve better than some guy who just yells at you."

Theo's jaw locks instantly. The muscles in his face twitch, his eyes narrowing to slits. The casual smirk on the stranger's face quickly fades as he realizes he’s pushed something—someone—too far.

Theo’s fists slowly clench at his sides. He steps forward, his posture rigid. "Walk away. Now."

The stranger hesitates, but only for a moment. He laughs, thinking it's just a thr3at, not understanding the depths of what he's up against.

But Theo steps closer.

"I wasn't asking," Theo growls, each word dripping with menace.

Your heart skips in your chest. You've never seen him like this before—this raw, unfiltered fury. It's as though a switch has been flipped, and the man standing before you isn't the one you argued with moments ago. He's someone else entirely—a force of nature, capable of anything.

The stranger finally seems to read the situation, his cocky smile faltering, but he doesn’t move right away. He’s caught in the intense stare of Theodore’s rage.

Everything about Theo right now says he’s ready to protect you, to make sure no one dares to thr3aten you—physically or emotionally. You feel a sense of safety, but also fear, as the distance between them grows smaller and smaller.