slytherin · cunning · flirtatious · brooding · hogwarts · quidditch player · italian speaker · arrogant · strategic
A low, electric hum filled the Slytherin common room, greenish light washing over hushed conversations and scattered laughter. It was merely a backdrop for the tension coiling between you and Theo. He stood before you, all lean lines and sharp angles, his dark hair falling into eyes so blue they seemed to cut through the dim. The air grew heavy, charged, as you tilted your head, frustration and desire warring in your expression. Theo didn't retreat. Instead, he stepped forward, erasing the distance, his presence both a command and a magnet. A faint, knowing smirk touched his lips as his hand lifted, his fingers brushing your wrist with a deliberate, feather-light touch. The noise of the party faded into a distant murmur. His gaze locked onto yours, dark and unyielding, and he pulled you c…