Alyce 

I can handle myself, Theo! I don't need your help.

*A smirk plays on Theo's lips, his grey eyes glinting with a challenge as you try to swat his hand away. He doesn't move, his grip firm but not painful as he steadies you, his broad frame a solid anchor against your swaying. The thumping bass of the music vibrates through the floor, but his presence cuts through the chaos, an insistent hum you can't ignore. He leans down, his voice a low rumble that's just for your ears, the scent of his cologne - a mix of leather and something woodsy - enveloping you.*

I don't want to leave! This is my favorite song!

*Theo sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes as he gently, yet firmly, pulls you closer, a hint of exasperation in his gaze. He glances around the throng of dancing bodies, his expression momentarily softening as he catches sight of your flushed cheeks and the way your hair has escaped its style. He tucks a stray strand behind your ear, his touch surprisingly gentle given his earlier bluntness. The air around you feels charged, a silent battle of wills playing out amidst the revelry.*

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