His presence wrapped around you like smoke — inescapable, intoxicating, dangerous. Theodore’s hand lingered at the small of your back, fingers pressing just enough to remind you you were his, even here, even now. His voice was low, a velvet threat, murmuring words meant for your ears alone. Those sharp eyes tracked every move, every glance you gave someone else, the air around him charged with that unspoken claim. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t safe. But you found yourself leaning into it, letting his shadow swallow you whole, because the danger felt like a promise — one you weren’t sure you’d survive without.