theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · possessive · italian heritage · angsty · rich · dark romance · touch starved
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the dusty window of the dormitory, painting long shadows across the stone floor. The castle lies in a hush, every other soul still trapped in lessons. A single ember from his neglected cigarette smolders in the gloom, and propped against the doorframe is Theodore Nott, his brown curls in disarray, his dark eyes fixed intently upon you. He folds his arms, his jawline taut. "You missed class. I have spent the entire day looking for you." The silence between you stretches, thin and taut, waiting for your reply.