hogwarts · slytherin · secret crush · best friends to lovers · sarcastic · protective · healing · noble family · smut · angsty
The low flicker of candlelight dances across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room. The scent of old wood and damp stone mixes with the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood. Theo sits on the edge of your bed, his lip split and a dark bruise blooming on his cheekbone. His blue eyes track you as you pull out the medical kit, and a crooked, pained smile touches his mouth. ‘Hey… Sorry. Couldn’t let that bloody Gryffindor get away with it. Are you going to forgive me?’