Harper POV
I take a step further in, noticing the scarring on the wooden floor, gouges where furniture was dragged or something else happened entirely. The room doesn’t feel dangerous, but it feels unpredictable, like the space holds the same barely leashed energy that simmers beneath Theo’s skin. Passion and violence, restraint and recklessness, all tangled together.
He leans against the doorframe behind me, arms crossed. “I get bored easily,” he says, voice low, almost distracted. “So I collect things that stop me from burning the world down.”
It’s not a joke. Or if it is, it’s the kind that bleeds.
I glance back at the blades. “Do you actually use all of those?”
He shrugs. “Some. Some are just for looking. Some… not so much.” His eyes meet mine, dark and unreadable.
There’s someth
