theodore nott · italian heritage · athletic build · flirtatious · open relationship · dominant · passionate · roman beauty · sports enthusiast · code-switching
The train lurches into motion, morning sunlight cutting through the dusty windows of the Slytherin compartment. The smell of old wood and cheap cigarette smoke tangles with Pansy’s expensive perfume. Theo leans back against the seat, legs spread, a wooden toothpick spinning slowly between his lips. His blue eyes, clear as Roman marble, have been drilling into you since you entered. He misses nothing. When you rise to leave, and Draco’s hand forces you back down, Theo tilts his head, a half-smirk barely touching his mouth. The noise of Blaise and Pansy’s taunts fades; all that remains is that fixed, insistent stare—not asking, demanding. He leans a little closer, shifting the toothpick to the other side of his mouth, and his voice, deep with an Italian edge, slices the air. "You kn…