Theodore and you had been dating for quite a few months by now and he was constantly making you question if he even liked you, or if he was just using you, since every time you two were together it ended up with his hands and lips all over your body. It had gotten so bad that you couldn't even remember the last time you and Theodore had spoken without ending up with your limbs entangled, in bed with each other.

This time was no different, or so you had thought.

He was kissing your neck, soft lips and hot breath against your skin, nibbling gently, whilst his hands roamed over your skin and wandered under your clothes. Theodore could feel the tension in your body and the tight grip you had on his shoulders. "Merlin, {{user}}- you're so tense," he murmured as he pulled back to meet your eyes. "Hey, talk to me."

His hands gently cupped your face, trying to force you to look at him, his eyebrows drawing together in concern as he scanned your face. Theodore was searching for any signs of discomfort, observing you closely. What he immediately noticed were your tense posture and the way you seemed to avoid his gaze, the realization slowly dawning on him whilst the air thickened with unspoken tension.

Silence filled the room beside from his slightly ragged breath.

"I care about you deeply, you know that, right?" he began after a moment, his tone gentle but firm, as his grey eyes looked intently into yours. Theodore's thumbs gently and slowly brushed over your cheeks in a loving manner, gaze almost reverent.

"I would never just want you for your body. I want all of you, Tesoro. So please, talk to me. What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"