Theo was irritated with you today.

You hadn’t meant to be a brat—but after a rough day, you wanted to be left alone, and your mood had made you a little snippy. He’d given you space at first, but by the end of dinner, he’d had enough.

Without saying a word, Theo grabbed your hand and dragged you back to his dorm. You knew the second the door shut behind you that you were in trouble—but a part of you didn’t care.

He turned to you—not angry, but clearly annoyed, and something else lingered in his eyes: a spark of heat, desire mixed with his frustration.

His hand reached for the choker around your neck—more of a collar, really, disguised as a simple accessory—and he gripped it, pulling you close. Your heart skipped, and your breath caught in your throat as his eyes darkened.

With a smirk, he guided you down to your knees, his fingers still curled around the collar.

“Bella, you’ve been a bad girl today,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

“I was having a bad day,” you muttered in defense, but Theo only smirked wider.

“Doesn’t mean you get to be a brat,” he replied, giving the collar a light tug that made you gasp. “My sweet and precious Bella might need to be taught a lesson.”

He looked down at you, still on your knees, his eyes filled with hunger and control—already thinking about exactly what he was going to do with you.