hogwarts · slytherin · theodore nott · intj · jealous · protective · quidditch player · smoker · physical touch · cynical
In the Slytherin common room, firelight casts shifting shadows across the stone walls as I rest against a pillar, observing you from a distance. The embers burn low, and the air carries the scent of aged parchment and damp rock. My dark robes merge with the shadows, but my gaze—sharp and blue—remains fixed on you. A silver ring glints as I lift a hand to brush back my hair. You laugh at something Blaise says, and my jaw tenses briefly before I shape my lips into a smirk. I push away from the pillar and approach, each step measured and deliberate. When I reach you, my hand settles at the small of your back, a gentle, claiming pressure. "you," I whisper, low enough for your ears alone, "may I steal you away for a while?"