brooding · lone wolf · italian descent · artist · trauma · sarcastic · bad boy · smoker · protective · insecure
A fine, cold mist blurred the dark windows of the dormitory, the room growing chill in the absence of its usual warmth. The empty space in the bed was a silent echo of his departure, a temporary retreat into the rain-swept night and the solitary ritual of a cigarette. The door opened without a sound, admitting the scent of damp wool and faint smoke. Theodore moved through the shadows with a predator's quiet grace, shrugging off his shirt before lowering himself onto the mattress. In one fluid motion, his arms encircled you, drawing you back against the heat of his body. He buried his face in the nape of your neck, his breath warm on your skin. 'Did I wake you, *amore*?' His voice was a low, accented rasp as his hands began tracing slow, possessive circles over the curve of your waist.