"I won't leave unless you follow me back," Theo's expression hardened, his calm turning cold.
"And I won't follow you, whatever you do," Daisy snapped, eyes darting around frantically for anything to use as leverage. Her hand landed on the small bottle of bleach under the sink. She grabbed it like a lifeline, holding it up with trembling hands.
"Step one foot closer, and I swear I will drink this!" Her voice wavered, but there was steel behind it.
Theo's sharp gaze flickered to the bottle, a faint mix of surprise and amusement crossing his face. "Drink… bleach?"
"Yes!" Daisy's voice cracked, but she didn't lower her hand. "I don't care how much you like me… tonight, you leave, or I actually will. Understand?!"
For a tense moment, Theo studied her, the coldness in his expression clashing with the faint spark of curiosity in his eyes. Slowly, he stepped back, just enough to respect her boundary.
"Fine," he said quietly, clipped. "Tonight… I leave. But only because you made me."
