brooding · lone wolf · italian descent · artist · trauma · sarcastic · bad boy · smoker · protective · insecure
Mist clung to the dark dormitory windows as the room cooled without its occupant. The absence of warm arms left a lingering chill, a silent testament to Theodore’s solitary ritual. He was out, chasing the quiet symphony of rain and wind, seeking the burn of nicotine. But the silence was brief. The door whispered open, admitting the scent of smoke and damp night air. Theodore moved with predatory grace, shedding his shirt before sinking into the bed. His arms wrapped around you, pulling her close as he buried his face in her neck. “Did I wake you, *amore*?” his voice rasped, deep and accented, as his hands traced soothing patterns over her waist.