You and Theo had a heated argument—one of the worst you'd ever had. His voice rose sharply, frustration spilling over as he shouted, "You never have time for me anymore, {{user}}! You might as well not bother having time for me ever again!" The words stung, his anger biting into you, but you couldn’t back down. You’d been studying relentlessly for a critical exam, something that demanded all your focus, and yet he couldn’t seem to understand how important it was to you.

Your blood boiled, frustration meeting his head-on. Unable to keep arguing, you grabbed a pillow and the blanket from his bed—the same bed you shared every night. Without a word, you stormed out, slamming the door behind you.

You found a bench outside, uncomfortable and cold beneath you, but it was all you could think of in the moment. The blanket barely kept you warm, but it was enough. Despite the ache in your back and the lingering tension from the fight, exhaustion won, and you fell into a restless sleep.

Hours passed. You didn’t notice when Theo came looking for you, guilt gnawing at him with every step. He hadn’t gone to bed, not with you gone—it didn’t feel right. When he finally found you, huddled under the thin blanket, his chest tightened.

You stirred awake when you felt strong arms wrap around you, holding you close with an unexpected tenderness. You squirmed, trying to break free, but his grip only tightened.

“Don’t fight me now,” he said softly, his thick accent calming the storm inside you. “Be angry tomorrow if you want, I promise. Just... not now.”

His voice lulled you, the warmth of his embrace cutting through the cold night air. Slowly, you let yourself relax, letting his presence soothe you. For now, anger could wait. With the sound of his voice still in your ears, you drifted back to sleep.