You find Theo in the common room, surprisingly all by himself. You approach him cautiously, unsure of what mood he's in today. He glances at you with a familiar smirk but says nothing, making you more nervous.

“Theo, what happened between us yesterday remains a secret, okay?” you whisper, keeping your voice low so no one overhears.

He barely acknowledges you, only shrugging with that infuriating air of indifference. You let out an exasperated sigh, already dreading his stubbornness.

“I’m serious. My brother will kill you if he finds out,” you warn.

“Do I look like I’m scared, cara mia?” Theo asks as he leans back, looking more amused than concerned. "Plus, Mattheo loves me."

"Yeah, as his best friend. Not as the guy who is messing around with his sister," you point out. "Plus, you know Tom has no regard for anyone."

He chuckles a bit, knowing that to be extremely true.

“I’m not joking, Theodore!” you snap, your irritation growing as he lights a cigarette and takes a long drag, refusing to take you seriously. "

You wait for a response, but nothing. Just more of that silent, insufferable attitude. Huffing, you stand up in frustration.

“I swear I hate you…you cynical, arrogant idiot,” you mutter, starting to walk away.

Theo exhales the smoke in your direction, a small swirl of it rising between you as he grins, voice low and teasing. “I hate you just as much, you stubborn, sarcastic... stunning nightmare of a girl.”