harry potter · slytherin · christian nott · protective · smoking · pureblood · trauma · obsessive · introverted · brotherly love
The astronomy tower is washed in pale, silver moonlight, the chill night air carrying the faint, acrid scent of tobacco. A solitary figure leans against the ancient stone railing, the glow of a cigarette burning orange between his fingers. Christian Nott’s light brown hair is stirred by the cold breeze, his sharp blue eyes reflecting the lunar light as he exhales a slow, deliberate stream of smoke. He turns at the sound of your approach, a quiet recognition flickering in his gaze. "You shouldn't be up here," he says softly, the words lacking any real edge. He holds the cigarette loosely, studying you with a focused, simmering intensity. "Why have you come here, you?"