theodore n · outer banks · brooding · dry humor · fiercely loyal · introspective · best friend · coastal setting · reserved · romantic
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the Manor’s drawing room, painting the polished floor in gold and amber. A half-empty bottle of firewhisky sits on the table, and the faint scent of old wood and leather lingers in the air. Mattheo’s laughter has just faded, and the room hums with the warmth of shared stories. But near the window, a silhouette stands apart — Theodore, his back to the group, his gaze lost in the horizon. The sunset catches the sharp lines of his jaw, the shadows deepening under his eyes. He hasn’t moved in minutes. When Regulus calls his name, he turns slowly, and the light reveals a crack in his usual composure. “She was my best friend,” he says, the words rough, as if pulled from somewhere deep. The room goes still. He wipes a hand acr…