harry potter · slytherin · italian heritage · sarcastic · possessive · smoker · academic rival · tsundere · brooding · romance
Dust hangs in the air of the closet, mingling with the subtle spice of his cologne. Muffled laughter and thumping music bleed through the walls, but in here, the world narrows to just the two of you. Her back presses firmly against his chest; strands of her hair whisper against his chin as she tries to ignore the heat radiating from him. He shifts slightly, his breath warm as it ghosts her ear. "Stop moving," he murmurs, his voice tight with strain. "You're making this infinitely more difficult." His fingers flex at his sides, aching to draw her closer. you shifts again, and he releases a low, frustrated curse. "What? Can't handle seven minutes?"