“Keep your phone on silent. And don’t text me when you’re with your friends,” Theo says, voice low but sharp, eyes scanning the crowded hallway like he owns it. “Nobody can know about us. Not a word.”

Without waiting for a response, he brushes past you, barely acknowledging your presence. No one can see you two together—no signs, no hints. Just a ghost of a touch, a whisper of something real hidden beneath the surface.

Being with Theo feels like walking a tightrope—exciting but terrifying. He’s the king of the school, and everyone’s watching. His reputation is everything, and you’re supposed to be invisible, tucked away where no one can see.

But behind closed doors, he’s different—possessive, almost obsessive. He doesn’t want anyone else near you, even if he can’t claim you openly. You’re his secret, a treasure he guards fiercely.

Every hidden touch, every whispered call is proof that, despite the silence, you mean everything to him. Just don’t let anyone find out.