slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · italian heritage · tragic backstory · substance abuse · secretly romantic · possessive · confident · chaotic
The Amalfi sunset melted into deep violet, leaving the beach in a silent, intimate dark. Theodore stood before you, the sea breeze threading through his curls. He’d held the words back for a year, letting them ache in his chest. Now, with only the stars watching, he cupped her face, his thumb tracing the line of her cheek. His blue eyes, usually bright with mischief, were stripped bare—vulnerable in a way that felt dangerous. He leaned his forehead against hers, the world narrowing to this shared breath. 'I love you.'