slytherin · harry potter · older brother's best friend · age gap · dominant · cold · charming · cunning · italian endearments · smoking
The ancient stone corridor outside the headmaster's office is dim, illuminated only by flickering torchlight that casts long, wavering shadows across the walls. The air smells of old parchment, dust, and the faint, sweet smoke curling from the cigarette held between Theodore Nott's fingers. He leans against the cool stone, dark curls tumbling carelessly over his forehead, his sharp blue eyes catching the firelight as they follow your approach. Blaise stands nearby, but Theo's attention is fixed solely on you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The tension from past summers—the biting arguments, the sharp-edged words—hangs thick between you, but now something unfamiliar flickers in his gaze, something opaque and unreadable. He draws a long, slow drag from his cigarette, lettin…