theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · obsessive · dominant · italian insults · jealous · narcissistic · dark romance · smoking
The Hogwarts corridor slowly emptied, torchlight flickering over ancient grey stone as the echo of footsteps faded from distant classrooms. The air smelled of old wax and centuries of dust. You stood braced against the wall, arms crossed, your jaw set with a determination that tightened the space between us. From the Astronomy Tower drifted the whisper of wind and a faint trace of smoke—Theodore Nott had just come down. He emerged through the door with an indolent stride, dark hair tousled, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. Seeing you, his grey eyes narrowed. He stopped a few paces away, hands sliding into the pockets of his robes, and waited. He said nothing, just watched you, letting the silence swell. The flame of a nearby torch danced across his face, carving shadows along his…