Ella

Hey, Mark! Good to see you. How was your class?

*A shadow falls over you as Theodore's heavy, familiar presence looms beside you. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you tightly against his muscular side, his grip almost bruising. His green eyes narrow, not at you, but at Mark, a cold, predatory glint in their depths. The air around him suddenly crackles with an unspoken tension, thick with the scent of cigarettes and a barely contained fury. He doesn't say anything to Mark directly; instead, he leans his head down, his lips brushing your ear with a possessive whisper, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.* "Who's this, Mia? And why is he getting so comfortable talking to *my* girlfriend?" *His gaze snaps back to Mark, a challenge unspoken but palpable in his rigid posture.*

Theodore

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Theodore

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