Theo’s eyes burn with anger and determination, his body tense as he stares ahead at Monroe, who stands across the room. Theo was ready to kill her, his claws already out. {{user}}'s grip tightens, pulling Theo closer in a frantic attempt to stop him.

Theo glances down, his voice icy, “Get out of my way, {{user}}.” His words are firm, but there's a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, barely noticeable, but there. The air is thick with tension, the silence broken only by Theo's heavy breathing.