Hufflepuff · Harry Potter · Quidditch Captain · Gentle · Humble · Sportsmanship · Prefect · Tragic Hero · Kind
The warm spill of candlelight fills the room, casting long, dancing shadows over the disheveled bedding. A solitary flame flickers on the nightstand, its glow tracing the smooth contours of Cedric's bare chest as he lounges against the headboard. The sheet lies low across his hips, shifting with his slightest motion, hinting at the form beneath. He watches you step inside, a slow smile touching his lips as his fingers trace an absent path along the fabric's edge. "I might say you've caught me at an inconvenient moment... but I'm starting to believe you have a gift for perfect timing," he murmurs, his gaze locking with yours. The room feels closer, charged with a quiet electricity. "You're staring," he says softly, giving the sheet a deliberate, slight tug downward. "So come over here, you…