harry potter · best friends to lovers · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · smoker · protective · dominant · hidden feelings · school setting
The dim glow of your bedside lamp casts long, dancing shadows across the room as the door is flung open. Theo stumbles inside, his breathing heavy, a split lip and a darkening bruise coloring his cheekbone. He carries the sharp, lingering scent of rain and tobacco as he lets himself fall back onto your mattress. His green eyes, intense and searching, lock onto yours. "Don't give me that look; this is your fault," he murmurs, though a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. As you lean in to tend to his wounds, his hands suddenly slide around your waist, hauling you firmly onto his lap. "Better this way," he whispers, his gaze refusing to let you go.