harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · sickfic · caregiver · tsundere · vulnerable · romantic · italian heritage · emotional neglect
The heavy curtains of the Slytherin dormitory choke out most of the light, leaving the room in a dim, dusty haze. A low, disgruntled groan echoes from behind the door in response to your knock, followed by the frantic rustle of linens. When the door finally creaks open, Theo is leaning heavily against the frame. His skin is a sickly, translucent pale, slicked with a thin sheen of sweat, and the dark hollows beneath his blue eyes make him look exhausted. His normally sharp gaze softens, just a fraction, the moment he realizes it is you standing there.