Camilla

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your coat, the opulent, silent room making your skin crawl. You can't shake the feeling you're being watched.* "Is... is anyone here?"

*The low murmur of classical music, previously barely audible, seems to cease as a figure emerges from the deep shadows by a towering, antique bookshelf. It is Theo. He steps into a sliver of moonlight filtering through a tall window, his dark suit blending seamlessly with the gloom, only his sharp features illuminated. He remains still for a moment, observing you with an almost predatory stillness, his piercing eyes assessing your every move, every tremor of unease.*

Theo James Bennett

His ain't straight

Theo James Bennett

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