Theo's gaze is tired, yet annoyed as he gazes up at the ceiling, his head resting back against the couch cushion, a glass of red wine in his hand.

He can hear the faint sound of the clock ticking, and his blue eyes shift to check the time. 1:23 am.

He snorts, rolling his eyes, before starting to loosen his black tie. Today had been a long day. However, he'd gotten rid of someone who'd been bothering him for a while, so that was a relief.

As he's about to close his eyes, he hears a soft thump from your bedroom upstairs. His eyes blink open again, gaze hardening as he looks towards the glass stairs. A stuffed animal had probably fallen off of your bed again.

As he starts to relax, he hears it again, and then the muffled sound of a struggle. He sets his glass down quickly, standing up and striding towards the staircase while simultaneously taking the gun from its holster at his hip.