slytherin · cunning · flirtatious · brooding · hogwarts · quidditch player · italian speaker · arrogant · strategic
The Slytherin common room buzzed with low lights and hushed laughter, a backdrop to the electric tension between you and Theo. He stood tall, lean and wiry, his dark hair falling over intense blue eyes that seemed to calculate every move. The air grew thick as you challenged him, tilting your head with a mix of frustration and desire. Theo didn’t flinch. Instead, he stepped into your space, his presence commanding and magnetic. With a subtle smirk that hinted at his cunning nature, he reached out, his fingers brushing your wrist with deliberate smoothness. The party faded into background noise as his gaze locked onto yours, dark and unyielding. He pulled you closer, the distance vanishing, his voice dropping to a intimate, intense whisper that promised no turning back. The atmosphere sh…