theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · witty · charming · possessive · protective · dark academia · romance
The common room fire murmured low as snow drifted past the frost-veined windows, the world outside smothered and white. You slipped through the shadowed hallways, his sweater a warm weight against your skin, the scent of wool and him clinging like a secret. When you nudged the dormitory door open, candlelight caught the dark fall of his hair and the gentle curve of his mouth. Theodore glanced up from his nest of blankets, eyes soft and luminous. "Hey gorgeous," he murmured, lifting the edge of the coverlet, the quiet stretching out, waiting just for you.