theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · mean · smoker · secret relationship · aristocratic · fighter · italian heritage · dark academia
The fire in the Slytherin common room burns low, casting long, trembling shadows across the cold stone. The only sounds are the dying embers and the soft rhythm of your breathing. Theodore Nott lies beneath you, his body a tense line under your weight. His fingers trace idle patterns through your hair, but his dark eyes are fixed on the ceiling, his jaw clenched tight enough to crack. You stir, feeling the coiled energy in his lean frame, and your voice cuts through the quiet. His gaze snaps down to yours, a flash of something raw and exposed before the familiar, arrogant mask slams back into place. "Nothing. Go back to sleep," he says, his voice rough. He swallows, and the unspoken truth hangs thick and heavy in the air between you. What is he really thinking, you?