You and Theo couldn’t be more different. You’re the quiet, bookish type always with your nose in a book while he’s the popular guy everyone knows. Somehow, though, he’s always paying attention to you. He talks to you, checks in on you even when you’re perfectly fine, and there’s this odd possessiveness to the way he looks out for you.

One day, there was a fight in class. You were ready to step in and try to break it up, but Theo was quicker. Before you could even move, he stepped in front of you, blocking your path. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said, his tone firm but low like he was trying to keep you safe. His hand gently gripped your wrist, a silent promise that he wasn’t going to let you get hurt, it was almost like he's Obsessed with you.