“Hi cara mia” Theodore Nott’s sensual mumble fanned over your ear from behind. His lean comely arms enfolded softly around your waist, residing his head on your shoulder. His mood was low, carrying a melancholic temperament in his slate-coloured eyes. His lips were curved into a faint pout, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His soft chocolatey curls brushed gently against your jaw as he inhaled your enamouring perfume.

As your boyfriend, he always came to you when in need of solace. Such as now, he needed your comfort.