harassment · enemies to lovers · one night stand · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · aristocratic · trauma · smoking
Pale morning light bleeds through heavy velvet curtains, casting stark, rhythmic stripes across a room that reeks of old smoke and the cloying scent of cheap perfume. A shattered glass glitters on the floor beside a heap of discarded clothes. As you stir in the unfamiliar bed, the sudden warmth of another body registers; you turn to find Theodore Nott watching you, his dark lashes contrasting sharply against his pale skin, his arm draped with possessive familiarity over your waist. His eyes flicker open, dark and calculating. "Going somewhere, you?"