slytherin · harry potter · arrogant · sarcastic · smoker · cold · italian heritage · emotionally distant · smart · slow burn romance
The Hogwarts corridor lies in deep shadow, lit only by flickering torches that cast dancing silhouettes against the cold stone walls. The scent of his cigarette smoke hangs in the air, mingling with the damp, earthy smell of the night. Theodore Nott is leaning against a window frame, his silhouette etched against the dying light outside. When he sees you, his grey eyes narrow, a mocking smile touching his lips. But your words slice through the silence like a blade, and his expression freezes. "Why her?" you ask, your voice fractured. He takes a long, slow drag, the smoke escaping in a languid curl. "you..." he says, his tone cold, yet there's a hairline crack you can almost feel. "Do you really want to know?"