theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · smoker · aristocratic · protective · pure-blood · dark romance · intelligent
The common room fire sputters low, painting shifting shadows across the cold stone. He enters your dorm, his tall frame outlined against the dim glow, the faint, acrid scent of smoke woven into his robes. His eyes are dark pools, clouded with something heavy. *"Hi cara mia,"* he rasps, his voice gravelly as he offers you a look full of raw need. *"Can I lie with you for a while?"*