Short Stories: Calling T by the Wrong Name Goes Not So Wrong [Theo Version]

Special thanks to the anon who gave me that idea by accidentally calling T by the wrong name.

Warning: Theo is a character who experiences a significant sexual attraction toward the MC. If this makes you uncomfortable, I recommend avoiding reading this story.

You glance at the clock again, feeling more impatient with each tick.

What's taking so long?

The CID's arrival has thrown the department into chaos, and the mountain of paperwork and protocols is starting to wear you down. Even though you've nearly finished your part, Specialist Maples' report is still missing, and it's the last one you need to sign today.

Kyle expects the reports before noon, and it's almost that time. You know he won't be happy with any delay, and you'll be the one to face the consequences.

Pushing those unpleasant thoughts aside, you refocus on the last report on your desk. All that remains is to review and sign it. If Maples doesn't show up soon, you'll have no choice but to march over to his department yourself. Such a job...

Just as you begin, the door to your office creaks open, and you almost sigh in relief.

"What's taking so long? I've been waiting for—" You stop mid-sentence as you look up to find Agent Vasquez standing alone in the doorway, without his team.

“Hello to you too, Detective,” he says with a smirk, closing the door and striding inside. “If I'd known you were waiting for me, I would've come sooner.”

Something in his gaze sends a pleasant shiver through you, and you lower your eyes back to the papers.

“It's you... I didn't expect to see you today,” you say calmly, signing the report and stamping it, all while feeling his eyes on you, which makes it hard to concentrate.

You can't deny that this man has a certain effect on you, but despite that, you're unsure how to feel about... everything.

It's been a few days since the CID's first visit, and you haven't seen the team since. It's strange not having any updates or knowing if they'll come back. But Theo's presence suggests everything is far from over.

“You seem a bit tense,” Theo's voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you look up to see him stepping closer to your desk. “Need a hand with that?” he asks with a hint of amusement in his tone, picking up one of the folders.

His mischievous smile and lingering gaze make your heart skip a beat, but you force yourself to focus on your work.

Think about Maples and the report. Maples and the report, you repeat to yourself as you close the folder.

“Look, Maples, I really—” You pause, realizing your mistake, your gaze locking with his. You see him freeze with the same realization.

A beat passes, and before you can say anything, Theo speaks first. “Maples, huh?”

His gaze holds yours with unexpected intensity, and despite his smirk, his dark green eyes are devoid of their usual amusement, replaced by something… else. If you knew him better, you'd assume he looks almost... annoyed?

It can't be because of that, right? You tilt your head, unable to resist the urge to understand if that's the actual reason behind such a shift. There is only one way to find out…

“Sorry, did I get your name wrong?” you ask, feigning innocence as you watch his reaction carefully.

His smirk reappears, almost predatory. "I'm wounded, Detective. It seems like I really need to ensure you remember my name properly."

For a moment, you pause, feeling his gaze set all your senses ablaze, and you make an effort to look away.

"Right... I assume your team will be here soon?" you ask, choosing to ignore his words as you pull out a form to draft an explanatory note, detailing the reasons behind the delayed report. Knowing Kyle's attention to detail, it definitely won't hurt.

“Don't worry about that. We have time,” Theo says, but before you can focus on writing, you see him press his hands flat on your desk as he leans in closer.

You raise your gaze once again, doing your best to ignore the view that the low cut of his shirt offers and keep your expression neutral as you ask, “Time for what?”

Theo hums in response, and you feel a shiver run down your spine as his hand moves to the hem of your shirt, his fingers lingering just a moment too long against your skin. His touch is electric, sending a jolt of heat through your body.

But then, before you can react, Theo deftly unpins your ID from its holder around your neck, holding it up with a smirk dancing on his lips. Your hand instinctively reaches out to snatch it back, but Theo leans back just enough to evade your grasp.

You scowl. “What are you doing?”

Theo's smirk widens, his eyes locking onto yours. “Making sure you remember my name properly,” he replies, his tone laced with playful defiance.

You pause, taken aback for a moment. Is he really reacting that way because you accidentally called him by the wrong name? And most importantly…

"Why would I? We're only working together temporarily," you say, trying to mask the flutter of curiosity beneath your words.

Theo tilts his head. "Because I certainly won't forget yours," he states with such confidence that it leaves you momentarily speechless, yet you try to ignore the meaning of his words.

"I remember your name, Agent Vasquez. Now knock it off and give it back," you say calmly, refusing to believe his behavior is affecting you so strongly.

"Are you sure? You got it wrong last time," Theo teases, a flicker of raw emotion crossing his eyes before he masks it with a spark of amusement, completely ignoring your demand.

Eager to put an end to whatever this is, you let out a tired sigh. “Okay... Theo,” you say slowly, maintaining eye contact. He offers no immediate response, so you continue, "Now, if you would be so kind, my ID.”

Theo's smile turns innocent. “You can take it yourself. Not that I'm going to stop you,” he replies, slipping your ID into the inside pocket of his shirt, hidden beneath his leather jacket.

You raise an eyebrow. Is he serious? But his expectant gaze and silence indicate that he really is.

Suppressing a tired sigh, you rise to your feet. However, as soon as you move towards him, Theo steps back. Frowning, you repeat the motion, only to find him doing the same.

“Theo...”

“I see we're making progress,” Theo remarks, his words eliciting a surge of irritation mingling with something oddly exhilarating.

You take another step forward, and he retreats, leading you to walk him back until his back meets the door, with you blocking any chance of escape.

Standing in close proximity, you lock eyes with him, his smirk unyielding in the charged silence enveloping you both.

"Give it back. I won't ask a third time," you finally say, your voice hoarse, unable to tear your gaze away from the playful intensity of his dark green eyes that send a shiver down your spine.

"I already said that, didn't I?" Theo responds in a low whisper, his fingers gently brushing against your wrist, sending goosebumps across your skin.

Suppressing a content exhale, you return your gaze to Theo's eyes. As if waiting for this moment, his fingers tenderly wrap around your wrist.

His smirk widens as you feel his thumb press against your pulse, which betrays how much what happens between you two affects you.

Your gaze flickers to his touch, and suddenly, the realization of the situation washes over you, causing you to freeze.

What am I doing?

Why are you reacting like this when you've only met him a couple of days ago? Why are you allowing a guy you barely know to toy with your feelings?

Your emotions must be evident on your face because the moment you lift your gaze to meet his, the smirk slips off his face, replaced by a serious sincerity you've only seen once before, during the situation with Paul.

Silently, he draws your hand closer, and despite your internal protests, you find yourself unable—unwilling to resist—allowing him to do so.

He cradles your palm gently, pressing it against his chest, allowing you to feel the firm contours of his chest, the warmth of his skin, and the subtle ridges of his numerous scars, inviting you to sense something more…

A rapid heartbeat, so similar to yours that it serves as the answer: it's not just you.

"You don't need to ask," Theo finally says, breaking the charged silence. He holds your gaze for only a fleeting moment before his hand begins to guide your wrist under his leather jacket. "You can just take it," he whispers, and you realize you can feel the edges of your ID card nestled in the inside pocket of his shirt.

"Maybe I don't want something from someone I barely know at all," you murmur softly, despite the overwhelming sensations his touch evokes, stirring a desire for more.

"We can get to know each other in a much more fun way. But only if you want us to..." he murmurs, his voice carrying a hint of invitation, and you find yourself humming in response, reaching to retrieve your ID from his pocket, freeing your hand just to pass it to him.

“And what about you?” you ask, noting the return of his smirk as he pins your ID back to its holder around your neck. "Is this something you want too?"

He meets your gaze, his dark green eyes flickering momentarily, sending your heart into a heavy rhythm as pleasure dances in your lower belly.

"I wanted that from the moment I first fucking saw you," he says in a low whisper, his desire palpable in his gaze, causing you to exhale shakily.

The air between you crackles with tension, and you feel his hand on your hip, another tracing up to your jaw, brushing aside all hesitations and leaving only clarity about how much you needed—how you wanted—to finally be felt by someone.

Your heart pounds, sending a thrill through your chest, filling the emptiness with fluttery anticipation. All your senses heighten as you both lean in to—

*KNOCK-KNOCK*

You freeze.

"Detective, can I come in?" Maples' voice filters through the door, breaking the moment. You sigh disappointedly, your connection with Theo momentarily disrupted.

But Theo remains unmoved; his gaze remains fixed on yours, unfazed by the interruption.

"Say... Can you ignore it?" he asks lightly, without making any attempt to pull away or let go.

*KNOCK-KNOCK*

"Detective?" You hear Maples' voice again, the urgency evident in his tone as you stand there, still close to Theo.

"I'm afraid not," you respond reluctantly, slowly withdrawing to allow Theo space to move away from the door. The loss of your proximity is frustratingly palpable.

"You're so cruel," Theo remarks with an audible, dramatic sigh, brushing past you deliberately. His proximity sends a shiver through you, his warmth seeping through his clothes and igniting goosebumps across your skin.

Before you can respond, the handle turns, and the door opens. "Detective, I'm sorry for—" Maples pauses, his gaze darting between you and Theo. "Should I come back later?"

You part your lips to speak when Theo interjects, "Honestly? Yes."

"No," you interrupt, stepping closer to Maples. "I've been waiting for you, Maples." Behind you, you hear Theo scoff.

You bite back a smile, taking the report as you dismiss Maples before Theo can say anything else.

Walking past the agent to your desk, you ignore his pointed gaze as you stamp and sign the report.

"Can't believe you confused my name with… that one," Theo begins, surging closer to you as you put together a stack of reports to take to Kyle.

Picking up the last report, you straighten up, meeting Theo's gaze. "I look forward to seeing how you'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

Without waiting for his reaction, you leave the office, your heart still pounding with the echo of his presence, unwilling to let go of the memory of the rhythm his heart shares with yours.

Feeling something mutual... It's nice. Even if you know deep down that, eventually, it won't last.