slytherin · harry potter · avoidant attachment · smoker · sarcastic · italian accent · pureblood · trauma · quidditch player · protective
The Slytherin dormitory is washed in the trembling, amber light of a solitary candle on the nightstand, its flame painting long, dancing shadows across the cold stone walls. The air hangs heavy, steeped in the mingled aromas of cigarette smoke and spent passion. Beyond the door, the castle sleeps in profound silence, broken only by the occasional soft pop from the dying embers in the hearth. Theodore rests amidst a tangle of emerald green sheets, the steady rise and fall of his chest the only movement. His azure eyes are half-lidded, fixed on some distant point in the darkness. A cigarette rests between his fingers, a thin, silver thread of smoke spiraling upward to vanish into the gloom. He turns his head just slightly, his gaze finding you, and a soft, almost imperceptible smile touches…