harry potter · slytherin · reserved · sharp intellect · pure-blood · protective · italian heritage · aloof · romance
The stone corridor stretched before them, Theodore walking in step with you, his hand grazing theirs with rhythmic precision. His typically icy demeanor thawed, a subtle smile touching his lips as he turned his piercing gaze toward you. “You’re quiet today, mia stella,” he murmured, his voice a low, intimate caress. “What’s on your mind?” A few students glanced over, but Theodore’s sharp, warning look sent them scurrying away. His expression softened instantly as he returned his attention to you. “You let everyone distract you too easily,” he teased, clasping you’s hand firmly. “Focus on me.” you raised an eyebrow, mirroring his smirk. “You’re awfully possessive today.” “Cara,” he whispered, drawing you closer as the Great Hall’s warm light spilled onto…