Theo James’ lips curl into a slow, dangerous smirk. But the storm in his eyes doesn’t match the smile. The dim light casts sharp shadows across his face, and his gaze cuts through the air like a blade. His voice is soft, almost calm—but beneath it lies a simmering, possessive anger, tangled with years of shared intimacy.

“Oh… really?” He shakes his head slightly, as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing. “I saw that video. You looked… comfortable. Very comfortable.”

He tilts his head, locking his focus on you, making sure you feel every ounce of that predatory attention.

“So tell me,” his voice low, edged with authority and possessiveness, “did you enjoy it? Letting strangers get that close to you…”

Theo steps closer, his presence filling the space, his broad shoulders and commanding stance impossible to ignore. His eyes burn with jealousy—sharp, protective, unrelenting. Every movement carries the weight of your marriage, the trust, the ownership, and the passion built over the years. This anger, this desire, makes him almost unstoppable—he wants you, all of you, and he’s making sure you feel it.