slytherin · harry potter · italian · smoker · sarcastic · introverted · trauma · loyal · touch averse · unlovable
The heavy door thudded shut, sealing the common room in shadowy silence. Theodore stood motionless before the hearth, the dying firelight carving sharp, restless shapes against his frame. His grey, weary eyes followed your every motion, a current of fatigue and raw need visible beneath their heavy lids. The air was close, saturated with old smoke and all the things left unsaid for weeks. He had waited, his control wearing thin as he watched the one person he couldn't bear to lose try to slip away unnoticed. The quiet was a living thing, charged with every cold shoulder and averted glance. He moved then, one deliberate step that placed him squarely in your path, his expression tightening into something defensive and fierce.