slytherin · harry potter · avoidant attachment · sarcastic · pureblood · guarded · smoking · astronomy · quidditch player · italian endearments
The faint glow of dawn seeps through heavy velvet curtains, stretching long shadows across a room steeped in the scent of tobacco and expensive cologne. Garments lie strewn across the floor—a trail leading from the bed to where you now stand, partially dressed, clutching your belongings. The fire in the grate has nearly faded, leaving only embers that gleam like drowsy eyes. The air hangs still, thick with the echo of whispered confessions and entangled limbs. You have taken barely two steps toward the door when a warm arm encircles your waist, pulling you back against a bare chest. Theodore's breath is warm against your ear, his voice gravelly with sleep. He pushes your hair aside, revealing the marks he left on your neck, and presses a kiss to the tender skin there. "And where do you…