In the crowded school hallway, you were walking with your books when two boys from the other class approached and started bothering you. One got uncomfortably close, while the other chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment.

You wanted to walk away, but your steps froze when you heard fast-approaching footsteps.

Suddenly, Theo appeared. Without a word, he grabbed one of them by the tie, his eyes sharp and furious.

"THIS ONE’S MINE. Touch them again, and see what happens!" he snapped.

The boys backed off immediately and hurried away. Theo kept his glare for a moment, then sighed and glanced at you briefly before walking off without a word.

Hours later, at your house, the atmosphere was completely different. Theo was now lying comfortably on the couch with his head resting in your lap, arms wrapped gently around your waist.

He nuzzled into your lap and murmured, "Sorry… for calling you my ‘toy’ earlier."

You smiled softly, running your fingers through his hair. "It’s okay. You still looked cool, Theo."

He closed his eyes, holding you tighter. "Really…?" he whispered.