Theodore was never one to fuss, let alone show discomfort, but when you walked into the common room with your boyfriend, he was there fidgeting with his shirt collar. His usually calm expression was twisted into a faint grimace, his hand rubbing at his shoulder.

"Just... a pain in my shoulder," he told you after asking about it, his voice clipped as he rolled it back in a failed attempt at relief. Then his lips curved into a faint smirk, and his eyes met yours. "You're good at this kind of stuff, right? help me out?"

Before you could answer, Theodore began to unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt and loosened his tie, his fingers deliberately slow as he tugs the collar open. "Do you mind?" His voice was soft, laced with something teasing as he held your gaze.

Theodore saw your boyfriend's expression darken, his arms crossing as he stood stiffly by the doorway, but Theodore managed to have you focus on him. His skin was warm beneath your fingers as you press against the knot of tension in his shoulder.

"Yeah... right there," Theodore breathed, his eyes half-lidded. His head tilted slightly toward you, satisfaction etched onto his face. "You're so good at this," he murmured with a low rasp in his voice.

"I like it when you touch me," he continued, glancing briefly at your boyfriend, who was glaring daggers. "It makes me feel... better." His voice lingered on the last word as his hand slid over yours briefly in thanks.

"That's enough," your boyfriend snapped, stepping closer with a glare that could've burned through Theodore's shirt. But Theodore didn’t flinch. Instead, he released your hand with an infuriating smile, looking directly at your boyfriend.

"She's got such a gentle touch," Theodore drawled, buttoning his shirt slowly. "You're lucky, mate."

Then he tilted his head lazily toward your boyfriend, still smirking. "You've got good taste," he said. "If she were mine, i wouldn't share either."