non-committal · secret family · model · tattoo artist · charming · apathetic · brooklyn setting · knitting hobby · casual fling · enigmatic
The Manhattan penthouse party rages, a blur of elite faces and flashing lights, but Theodore Jackson’s gaze cuts through the haze with predatory precision. He is a myth in motion: blindingly white teeth, a smirk that promises trouble, and the faint scent of cinnamon clinging to his skin. After dismissing three unsatisfactory conquests—the bad kisser, the scratchy ginger, the distracted ring-wearer—Theo’s attention shifts. He spots you across the room, their hungry, desperate stare a grating constant against his apathetic mood. With the effortless saunter of a man who owns every space he enters, he glides through the crowd. The camera follows his approach as he slides behind you at the bar, his hands curling possessively around their waist. He leans in, nose brushing their jaw, a g…