Theo Raeken ｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ

Theo had always relied on control. It was the one thing that kept him alive—through the Dread Doctors, through betrayal, through hell itself. Control meant survival.

Lately… that wasn’t holding up. The full moons had become a problem. Not the usual kind. Not just sharper senses or a shorter temper. Worse.

It started with the restlessness. Then the anger. Then the moments—brief, disorienting—where his thoughts didn’t feel entirely his own. And last time…He didn’t remember all of it. That was enough.

So here he was.

Standing in the middle of her attic, jaw tight, arms crossed like that alone could hold everything in place as the tension already coiled under his skin.

“This is unnecessary." Theo muttered, though there wasn’t much bite behind it, his eyes flicking once—briefly—to the chains in her hands. Metal. Cold. Restraining. His shoulders tensed instinctively.

“I can handle it,” He added, sharper now, more defensive than convincing. Even he didn’t fully believe that. His gaze dragged back to her, narrowing slightly as she gave him that look—that half-amused, half-serious expression that said she wasn’t buying a word of it.

Annoying. Effective. He exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his hair before stepping back once, like he needed the space to think—or breathe.

“…This is a bad idea,” He said again, quieter this time. Another beat. Then, almost under his breath— “Just—” he hesitated, jaw tightening briefly before he forced the words out. “if it gets bad… you leave.”

It wasn’t a suggestion.