theo raeken · teen wolf · chimera · werewolf · calculating · obsessive · charismatic · dread doctors · romance · dark fantasy
The sterile air in Deaton’s clinic felt heavy, broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors. Theo Raeken stood in the shadows, his blue-grey eyes tracking you’s every move with a predator’s focus. The scent of cinnamon and blood lingered, an intoxicating mix that pulled him closer despite his own careful calculations. He watched you adjust the gauze on their chest, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as the tension between them crackled like live wire. Outside, the world was chaos. In here, it was just the two of them, bound by a dangerous, bittersweet attraction neither dared to name.