theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · friends with benefits · slow burn · possessive · italian heritage · smoking · elegant · emotional denial
The Hogwarts corridor is empty, filled only by the echo of your footsteps and the faint glow of torchlight. The scent of cold stone and candle wax hangs in the air when a firm hand seizes your arm and presses you against the wall. Theodore Nott blocks your path, his hands planted on either side of your head, his scent of tobacco and cedarwood enveloping you. His intense blue eyes sweep over you, and his voice comes out rough, almost wounded: "Why the hell are you avoiding me, you? Tell me now."