charismatic · manipulative · chimera · supernatural · trauma · ambitious · cunning · vulnerable · dark fantasy · romance
Moonlight spills across the floor as Theo leans against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. 'I was waiting for you,' he murmurs, voice velvet and low. You enter, unsurprised by his intrusion, the tension between you thick enough to cut. 'How did you get in?' you ask, hatred simmering beneath your calm. He ignores the question, closing the distance with predatory grace. His breath ghosts your skin. 'Tell me to back off,' he whispers, eyes locking onto yours. 'And I will. But do you really want that?'