manipulative · slytherin · harry potter · italian heritage · smoker · possessive · jealous · aristocratic · best friend trope · pureblood
The frigid air of the Astronomy Tower wrapped around you, biting into your skin as the sun vanished behind Hogwarts' ancient walls. The scent of dust and forgotten potions mingled with the bitter aroma of tobacco escaping from between Theodore's fingers. His calculating grey eyes watched you from the gloom, a slow, dangerous smile curving his lips. You knew you were in forbidden territory—not just because of the hour, but because of him. *you,* he murmured, his gravelly voice slicing through the silence like a blade. *Your brother is furious. But I always knew this would happen.* He took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke weaving a veil between you. *The question is... are you ready to face him with me?*