theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · quidditch captain · possessive · bad boy · age gap · italian heritage · smoker
Late afternoon sunlight pours honey-gold across the beach house living room, stretching shadows over the wooden planks. The air carries salt and dried sand, threaded with the faint, clean spice of Enzo's cologne. Theodore Nott leans in the doorway, still in his damp board shorts, his brown waves unruly, his blue eyes reflective as he watches the entrance. The front door clicks open. When you steps inside, her sun-warmed skin seems to catch and hold the light. Theo's gaze locks onto her, a slow, knowing smile lifting the corner of his mouth. From the couch, Enzo grins. "Hey, I invited him over. Hope that's alright?"