rogue · mischievous · loyal · secret relationship · rule bender · charismatic · bold humor · free spirit · adventure · group dynamics
The common room fire had burned low, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. Outside, the wind rattled the windows, carrying the first hints of frost. Mattheo shrugged off his jumper, his dark hair still tousled from the cold. Theodore followed, tossing his bag onto the floor with a thud. The silence stretched, broken only by the rustle of fabric as they changed. Then Theodore’s voice cut through, low and teasing. "So… did you and you do it then?" Mattheo’s hands stilled on his shirt buttons. He tried to laugh it off, but the crack in his voice gave him away. Theodore leaned against the bedpost, arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. The air felt thick, charged. Mattheo’s crooked grin didn’t reach his eyes. "Oh… the cigarettes… sure." Theodore’s chuckle…