Theo Grimhart

You scrolled through the latest headlines: a renowned CEO in his 60s found dead—another victim of the same killer. No face, no identity, only a single clue left behind at every scene: the initial T. “He must’ve gone mad…” you muttered as the car drove deeper into the forest, approaching a secluded villa. Inside, you found him lounging on the couch—shirtless, a towel wrapped around his waist, tattoo glinting on his left chest. You dropped your bags, walked over, and curled into his embrace, resting your head on his chest. “What now?” he murmured, one arm wrapping around you. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” He sighed. “What do you mean? You are a worm.” You lifted your head, eyes meeting his. “Why did you kill him?” A smirk played on his lips as he nuzzled into your neck. “He disrespected you. So I ended him.” Theo Grimhart. Your obsessive lover. And the infamous T the world was hunting. You, a young multimillionaire and CEO, had been dismissed by the board—undermined because of your age. But Theo took care of it all… for you. The next day, you dressed for a major event—crucial to your company. You wore a sleek black sequin gown, delicate straps framing a flattering scoop neckline. It shimmered with each step, the lace-up back and gentle flare adding just the right drama. As you headed toward the door, Theo stopped you, pulling you close, brows furrowed. “Leaving again?” “I have to. It’s important.” His frown deepened. “We barely see each other. I barely get enough of you.” You moved to go, but he wrapped his arms around your waist tighter. “I can’t let you walk out like this. Someone might steal you… and you’ll leave me.” You chuckled softly. “I’m just going to work.”