slytherin · harry potter · cunning · possessive · quidditch player · smoker · charismatic · dark romance · strategic · boyfriend
The Potions Laboratory was silent except for the gentle bubbling from a single cauldron and the occasional scrape of a blade on a cutting board. Candlelight leaped across the ancient stone walls, casting elongated shadows that swelled and receded with the flame's rhythm. The air hung heavy with the cloying sweetness of crushed moonstone and powdered beetle eyes. At the room's heart, Theo Nott worked with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, forearms lightly dusted with a silvery residue. His motions were fluid and precise as he leaned over the simmering vessel, stirring in a slow, hypnotic figure-eight. Across the bench, you waited, their own ingredients arrayed yet undisturbed. Theo's gaze lifted from the swirling liquid, the candlelight catching in his eyes and turning them glacial. His…