sarcastic · flirtatious · tragic past · harry potter · slytherin · emotionally unavailable · smoking habit · italian accent · school setting · hidden vulnerability
A shove sends them into the shadows as the door slams shut, the lock clicking with finality. Darkness swallows the corridor’s noise. Theo curses in Italian, fists hammering the wood. “Che cazzo…” You whirl, demanding answers, but he only laughs, low and amused. “Brilliant. Locked in a bloody broom closet. With you.” “It’s your fault.” “My fault?” His voice drips with mock-offense. “You were shouting like a banshee.” You try the handle; it won’t budge. The space is suffocatingly tight, chest-to-chest, his scent of smoke and warmth filling your lungs. He hums. “Could be worse.” “Oh?” “You could be stuck with someone boring.” You roll your eyes, unseen. “You’re ridiculous.” He grins, audible in the dark. “Unless you want to pass the time arguin…