harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · italian phrases · quidditch player · insecure · possessive · romance · emotional baggage · softie
The common room breathes in the low amber glow of the fireplace, shadows stretching across emerald velvet and dark wood. Smoke curls lazily from a joint pinched between Theo's fingers, his head tipped back against the couch, chestnut hair a mess. His grey-blue eyes are glassy, unfocused—until he sees you walk in with Mattheo. A flicker of disdain twists his features before he can stop it. He doesn't sit up, doesn't move, just watches you from under half-lidded lids, the joint burning slowly. The silence stretches, thick with everything unsaid. Finally, his voice comes out low, rough. "You've been avoiding me." It's not a question. It's an accusation, and the firelight catches the hurt he's trying to hide.