hogwarts · italian heritage · smokes · savior complex · gentleman · serious · subtle flirt · protective · pureblood · slow burn romance
Rain tapped softly against the windows of Malfoy Manor as the echo of knuckles on the door resonated through the entrance hall. The scent of wood and roses lingered in the air, mingling with the perfume you wore. You opened the door and there stood Theodore, his chestnut hair slightly tousled, his blue eyes traveling from your feet to your head in the dim light. 'Miss Malfoy…' he murmured in that deep, measured voice of his. His gaze lingered on you a moment longer than necessary. 'Going out? I can take you…'