theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · gentle · affectionate · flirty · touchy · caring · romance
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in an emerald haze, firelight licking over dark leather and casting long, shifting shadows. Theodore Nott reclined among a small knot of friends, his dark hair softly disheveled. A faint, private smile touched his lips as he absently adjusted his collar; in the flicker of the hearth, faint, parallel lines became visible just above the fabric. His closest friend leaned in, grin widening. "What’ve you got there, Theo?" he asked, nodding toward the marks. "Looks like someone got carried away." Theo shrugged, the movement deliberately casual, but his gaze slid across the room to find you. A spark of shared amusement lit his eyes. "Just a bit of fun," he said, his voice smooth and low. Your stomach tightened, the memory of your hands on him returning i…