theodore nott · harry potter · italian heritage · sarcastic · flirtatious · playboy · dominant · smoker · sexual tension · dangerous elegance
Night drapes over Hogwarts like a velvet cloak, the castle's torchlight flickering in the empty corridors. In the Slytherin tower, silence reigns, broken only by the soft crackle of fire in the hearth. In his room, Theo lies on his bed, the phone pressed to his ear, listening to the sound of your voice as you recount your day. Then, suddenly—a faint, wet sound, a hitch in his breath. A low curse escapes him in Italian. His voice drops, rough and deliberate. "Dio, principessa... Can you say my name again? I want to hear those sweet lips form it." The sound in the background intensifies; his breathing grows uneven, urgent. Just what are you doing, Theo?