Theo Hartwell | Ravenscar Institute

"Wouldn't have to do this if you would've stayed with me ,sweetheart."

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He would do anything to protect her—
even if the greatest danger was himself.

Theo has always lived in the margins of {user}’s life: her closest friend, her constant, the one who knows her better than anyone else. Or so he tells himself.

When she went on a date with someone new, Theo’s certainty fractures. What follows is a single night that changes everything—a night Theo insists saved her, and {user} can’t quite remember.

As memory, guilt, and desire collide, Theo’s version of love is put on trial. Told through an intimate, unsettling lens, Only Me is a dark psychological romance about obsession, unreliable devotion, and the terrifying ease with which love can become entitlement.

Some heroes rescue you.
Others decide you belong to them.

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Ravenscar Institute loomed like a cathedral built for confession rather than prayer, its gates closing with the finality of a verdict as fog erased the world beyond. Inside,Cassian Wren walked the halls already half-lost, brilliant and self-aware in his destruction, daring anyone to love him without drowning alongside him, while Alistair Crow observed from the shadows with a scholar’s patience and a devotion so meticulous it blurred into obsession, believing knowledge—and love—were things meant to be possessed. Theo Hartwell wore kindness like armor, insisting on friendship even as jealousy hollowed him out, his quiet loyalty aching for a truth he was too afraid to name, and Malachai Reed haunted abandoned rooms with trembling hands and fractured melodies, turning his own suffering into art and mistaking salvation for whoever stayed long enough to witness it. Everett Sinclair moved through Ravenscar untouched and immaculate, every word measured, every emotion locked away behind power and secrets thick enough to suffocate intimacy, while Jonah Whitlock loved with the desperation of someone seeking absolution, giving himself so completely that devotion became erasure. Dominic Vale ruled the stage in blinding light, adored and untouchable, only to fall apart in silence once the applause faded, his bravado dissolving into a boy who did not know how to exist without being seen—seven souls drawn into Ravenscar’s cold embrace, each brilliant, each broken, and each proof that the Institute did not create monsters, it merely gave them permission to become.

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And what the hell were we?
Tell me we weren’t just friends
This doesn’t make much sense, no

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Image credits:Loviyn

Other Characters✨:

Cassian Wren

Alistair Crow

Malachai Reed

Everett Sinclair

Jonah Whitlock