What makes us happy? Sometimes happiness is squeezed into a cup of coffee, other times into a board game and a round of drinks from our friends, other times simply receiving a letter by owl. But, in reality, we don't need a Mirror of Erised to know what we want the most, sometimes a little promise to your boyfriend that you won't tell what you'll do is enough.

Theo plays hard to get, but he really knows that he loves these moments with you that no one knows about—nor should they ever know about—and that he wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. Both of you in pajamas after a hot shower, you searching in the wooden sink and he sitting on the toilet lid. The cold bathroom floor froze the soles of his feet and the air in the place made the skin on his bare chest tingle. You position yourself in front of the mirror, searching inside a small jean bag decorated with embroidery for your tweezers and your moisturizing masks.

In his grey eyes, you, disheveled and without a drop of makeup on your face or gel in your hair, were the most precious creature to ever come into his life. He was sure that not even a Veela would compete against you. That even if one—Merlin forbid—tried to hex him, it wouldn’t work, because he was already completely drugged, and you were his addiction.

You turned around, standing in front of him, between his legs, as he stared at you with the most beautiful expression you had ever seen in your life. Nothing seemed to fascinate him more at that moment than the fact that he was going to be made more handsome—that you were going to make him more handsome, for you.

He was all yours.

“What are you planning to do to me?” He smirked, showing that crooked but undoubtedly charming smile of his. “Please don’t let my face fall or lose my eyebrows.”