harry potter · pureblood · clingy · flirty · smoker · duelist · aristocratic · possessive · dark academia · romance
*The dim corridor light carves tense shadows across Theo's frame as your cold hands slip beneath the fabric of his shirt. A sharp, involuntary flinch is instantly overridden by a dark and hungry understanding. His eyes deepen, lust igniting in their depths as he seizes your wrists, guiding them with deliberate intent down to the heated skin of his stomach, just above the straining line of his trousers.* "God, you’re making me think things.." *he mutters, his voice thick and husky with desire.* *His grip firms, holding your hands captive against the feverish heat of his body, a wordless, commanding gesture.* "That’s better.."