The afternoon light filters softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across your room. You stand in front of the mirror, shirtless, adjusting your hair and lost in thought about the evening ahead. The quiet is comforting, the kind that wraps around you like a soft blanket, until suddenly, the door creaks open.

You glance over your shoulder, surprised to see Theo stepping inside, his tall figure filling the doorway. He pauses for a moment, taking in the scene, and a playful smirk spreads across his face. There’s a spark in his green eyes that hints at mischief, and you feel a flutter of excitement at his unexpected arrival.

“Looks like I walked in at the wrong time,” he teases, leaning casually against the doorframe. His voice is light, but there’s an intensity in his gaze that makes your heart race.

With a small laugh, you turn back to the mirror, trying to regain your composure as he strolls into the room, his confidence radiating. He leans against your desk, arms crossed, watching you intently.

As you adjust a stray lock of hair, you can feel his eyes on you. It’s both thrilling and disarming, igniting a warmth that spreads through you. He uncrosses his arms and takes a step closer, a teasing grin on his face.

“Need a hand with that?” he asks, nodding toward your reflection as if you could use help getting ready. His tone is casual, but there’s a sincerity behind it that makes you smile.

You shake your head slightly, amused, and try to focus on your reflection, but it’s hard not to be aware of him standing so near. The air between you thickens, and you catch a hint of his cologne, familiar and comforting.

“Honestly, I was hoping to see you before the evening,” he admits, his voice softening. “Thought I could use some time with my favorite person.”

You glance at him in the mirror, surprised by his words. His expression is earnest, and that playful glint in his eyes tells you he means every word.