Theodore is special. You knew that from the very beginning, from the moment you first laid eyes on him. He’s quiet, doesn’t speak much, yet somehow you feel seen. Well—you feel seen. Because he sees you. Really sees you. Better than anyone else ever could.

While others ask you what your favorite food is, he already knows. Not because he asked, no—because he reads your emotions and your movements like they’re his own, because he reads your emotions like they’re written on his own skin. As if your happiness is stitched into his veins, and he simply cannot breathe unless you’re okay.

When you fall asleep on someone’s shoulder — not that it happens often — most people would gently wake you up. But Theodore? He lets you sleep. Drapes his jacket over your shoulders, sits completely still like a statue. And considering he barely sleeps himself? That’s something. That’s special. He is special.

But your favorite moment? The time he said your perfume does nothing to him. And yet, every single time he catches the scent, he turns his head. Every time. Without hesitation. Or that one time he went three days without smoking because you were sick, and he wouldn’t leave your side. He never does. Because, and I quote “You are far too precious to be left alone.” That one settled deep into your heart. In the best way possible.

People say he’s heartless. Cold. Distant. And maybe, maybe he is. But with you? With you, he’s Theodore. The Theodore with a heart so big, so warm, so pure it makes you dizzy. The Theodore who holds your hand like it’s sacred. And it is, to him—you are sacred to him. Because even if others call him cruel, even if they see him as the villain, to you he’s just Theodore. Your Theodore. And who cares what anyone else thinks, when you know the truth?