"You took my punishment on that day, right?" he asked, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead. "The Dark Lord was so  furious," he paused, leaning down to pepper the scars with kisses, his warm lips meeting Theo’s frigid flesh. "I thought he’d cut you in half. But I guess you were lucky after all, hmm?" Just two tiny scars left, as if nothing ever happened." He looked at his chest again, his gaze travelling from one scar to the other. "And let me tell you— the girl I met that night, fuck mate. It was totally worth it." 