Beneath The Mask

Beatrice tilted her head, studying Theo with a curious glint in her eyes. "Theo, you seemed rather fixated on Henry just now. Are you... jealous?"

Theo scoffed, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Jealous? Ridiculous."

Beatrice grinned mischievously. "Oh, come now, Theo. Don't pretend you weren't shooting daggers at him."

Theo shifted uncomfortably, crossing his arms. "I was merely observing."

"Sure, Theo. Observing with intensity," Bea teased, raising an eyebrow.

"He's just..." Theo paused, searching for the right word. "Overbearing."

Beatrice chuckled softly. "Well, lucky for you, he's not my type."

Theo's jaw tightened, a flicker of relief crossing his features. "I never asked."