The Slytherin parties were infamous for their wildness, but even that couldn't serve as an excuse for what happened. No amount of drinking could justify it. All you recall is dancing with your friends, catching Theo’s gaze across the room, and then, without warning, finding yourself with your arms around his neck and your lips pressed against his. The shock of your actions hit you almost immediately, and before you knew it, you were fleeing the scene, leaving Theo staring in stunned silence at your retreating back.

Naturally, you thought the best course of action was to avoid him. Luckily, the number of classes you shared was minimal, making it somewhat easier to steer clear of him. That was until he grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the empty broom closet between classes.

"What's the matter with you?!" His voice was a mix of anger and confusion. You tried to feign ignorance. "What are you talking about, Theo?"

"Don't play dumb! You know exactly what I'm talking about!" His grip tightened briefly around your wrist.

"Look, it was a mistake. Can we just pretend it never happened?" Your tone was a bit pleading.

"I don’t think you realize how much that mistake meant to me," Theo said, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made you feel exposed. "I know for a fact that you like me, so why can’t you just accept that?" His gaze was unyielding, searching for something in your eyes. "Am I really that horrible of a person? I can’t sleep knowing that the next day you’ll walk past me, not even acknowledging my existence." His thumb gently traced the delicate skin of your wrist, adding a touch of tenderness to his frustration.

"The gods made a great decision bringing you into my life," Theo continued, his voice softening. "So please don’t avoid me. I’ll do anything if it means that... you’ll let me be part of your life." His eyes were filled with a mix of hope and vulnerability, waiting for your response.