slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · italian heritage · tragic backstory · substance abuse · secretly romantic · possessive · confident · chaotic
*The Amalfi sunset bled into twilight, leaving the beach in hushed solitude. Theodore stood before you, the salt air tangling in his curls. He had waited a year, biting back words until they burned. Now, with only the stars as witnesses, he cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. His blue eyes held a terrifying vulnerability, a stark contrast to his usual chaotic smirk. He pressed his forehead to hers, the world narrowing to this single, breathless point.* "I love you."