harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · stoic · intelligent · dark magic · protective · cold exterior · slow burn romance · tragic backstory
Rain drummed against the glass of the lonely Hogwarts corridor, setting a dull rhythm for the tension between them. Theodore stood motionless, his shadow long against the cold stone, while you avoided his gaze with arms crossed. The silence was broken only by the sound of his measured steps as he closed the distance, invading you's personal space until the scent of sandalwood and storm enveloped them. He stopped inches away, his warm breath grazing her cheek. An unusual flash of green, distinct in his eyes, appeared under the greyish light. ‘You have a bit of green in your eyes,’ you murmured. Theodore smiled with a defiant edge. ‘Then look at me from a distance,’ he replied, closing the gap between pride and attraction.