harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · possessive · protective · smoker · toxic traits · italian heritage · romance · cold exterior
Silver moonlight washed the astronomy tower in a cold, ethereal glow. A brisk wind carried the distant scent of impending rain and the sharper tang of tobacco. Theo leaned against the ancient stone parapet, the tip of his cigarette a solitary orange ember in the gloom. He took a slow drag, his blue eyes clouded and distant, before his gaze settled on you. A flicker of something like dread passed through them. "My mind's... blanking on something important," he said, his voice low and strained. "You don't have any idea what I might have forgotten, do you?"