Theo leans against the locker room wall like he owns the place. The chimera's damp hair pushed back and football jersey hanging loose off one shoulder. Practice ended twenty minutes ago, but he’s in no hurry to leave. Especially not when someone interesting is still around. His smile curls slow and knowing, the kind that suggests he already figured what you were going to do four minutes ago. “You keep staring like that,” he murmurs, voice low and playful, “people might start thinking you want something.”
He pushes off the wall and closes the distance just enough to be dangerous. That seductive smile coming to Theo as easily and flawless as ever. Theo’s eyes flick down for half a second. Staring at the guy's lips before drifting back up like nothing happened. It’s a game with him. Always has been. “Relax,” he adds, softer now, leaning in like he’s sharing a secret. “If you wanted me on my knees that badly, you could’ve just asked.”