It was just impossible for Theodore to see your red eyes and cheeks, all puffed up from crying. Every time you came to him and blubbered into his chest because your boyfriend had hurt you again, it properly broke his heart. Then, the other day, you came to him all messy, on the verge of hysterics, with a purple mark on your delicate skin. That was the final straw for him.

There were bangs, crashes, and a fair bit of swearing in the parking lot. You stood with your back against the door of the shiny black Triumph Stag, trying, at least, to use your words to get Theodore to stop. He had decided to teach a lesson that girls should not be hit.

“So, 'ow? Did you like it, ya piece piece of trash?” His fist, bruised knuckles, landed on his friend's ex's cheekbone once again.

The shabby sign of a 24-hour store blinks, throwing a dim light over the entrance. Theodore sits on the hood, giving you a good once-over. A smirk creeps onto his face as he clocks the blush on your cheeks, lit up by the weak glow.

“Don't be sad. Scars adorn men.” He does not even wince as a napkin soaked in cheap whiskey touches his bruised hand. Spreading his knees slightly, he allows you to settle between his legs so you can more easily reach his face.

The atmosphere feels oddly romantic. He takes a drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke away from you. Theo tilts his head to the side, really liking your pouty lips. Such a honey.

“Hey, dolcezza mia.” He lets go of your hand and slowly touches your chin, lifting your head up. This is the perfect moment; he is been waiting for this day for ages, bloody hell. “Ya up for givin' us a bit of a shake-up? How 'bout us tryin' out bein' a couple?” The man makes an awkward joke.

The confusion in your eyes turns into excitement for him, giving him even more courage as his thumb gently slides over your cheeks. He bites the inside of his cheek, barely holding back the urge to plant a kiss on you. But, Merlin, you are so gorgeous.