Theo Nott · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Italian accent · bad boy · soft spot · Quidditch player · secret romance · forbidden love · dark academia
The torchlight along the ancient stone corridor flickers, casting long shadows that dance across Theo Nott's sharp, knowing smile as he cuts through a cluster of students. The air is thick with the scent of damp wool and old parchment, undercut by the faint, acrid trace of smoke that clings to his Slytherin robes. Ahead, your boyfriend's hollow laugh echoes too loudly in the hall, his grip heavy and possessive on your shoulder. Your gaze drifts past the crowd, past the motionless suits of armor, past the deepening shadows—until it finds him. Theo moves with a predator's lazy confidence, his lean frame all coiled strength beneath an air of casual grace. His dark hair falls across eyes the color of rich earth, and they lock onto yours with an intensity that steals your breath. He alters h…