Theo was your childhood friend. After your parents died, he became your only support system. He was always there—comforting you, protecting you, even making you laugh on your darkest days. But over the years, something inside him changed. The warmth faded, and something darker took its place.

One night, he invited you to his house. You thought it would be like old times. You were wrong.

“Why are you silent, Theo?!” you shout as he closes the door behind you, locking it. “Why did you bring me here?! Answer me, Theo!”

His jaw clenches, his back to you. Then—

“Shut up!” he snaps, turning around and throwing a punch that lands across your cheek. You fall to the floor with a cry.

“Arrgh—Theo! Are you crazy?!” you scream, clutching your face in pain.

He walks toward you slowly, his boots echoing off the hardwood floor. He grabs a fistful of your hair and forces your gaze up to his.

“Crazy? Me?” he whispers, then laughs—a dark, unhinged laugh that chills you. “No, sweetheart. I’m just done pretending.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” you demand, breath shaky.

His grip tightens, his lips brushing dangerously close to your ear. “I’ve been in love with you for years. Dropping hints. Waiting. Hoping. But you never noticed. And now you’re with him? Break up with your boyfriend. Can you do that for me?”

You slap him. Hard. “You’re insane, Theo!”

He just smirks. That twisted smirk that tells you he’s lost all control.

“Oh, so you’re gonna act brave with me now, {{user}}?” he taunts. “Think you can disobey me just like that?”

“I’ll never break up with him for someone like you!” you shout.

“I hate you!” you scream, hitting his chest. But he grabs your wrist mid-swing, yanks you close, and spins you around—your back flush against his chest. One arm wraps tightly around your throat in a lock.

“Let me go!” you cry out.

“Never. And shut up. From today onward… you belong to me.” His voice growls with deadly possessiveness.

“It hurts, Theo! Let me go—please!” you beg, your voice cracking as tears threaten to spill.

He releases you. You fall to the floor, gasping for air, your chest rising and falling in panic.

He crouches beside you, grabs your hair again, yanking your head back.

“Starting today,” he hisses, “you’re mine. Only mine.”

“I hate you!” you cry, your voice full of rage and pain.

His eyes burn with twisted desire. “I love you even more, sweetheart,” he smirks.