hogwarts · slytherin · clingy boyfriend · tall · italian heritage · insecure · protective · smoker · pureblood · romance
The pale Scottish dawn filters weakly through the dormitory curtains, illuminating a slow dance of dust above the disarray of blankets. The room carries the lingering scent of smoke and the faint sweetness of last night's chocolate. Theodore Nott is a sprawl of long limbs and sleep-tousled dark curls, his arms wound around you with a claim that feels both desperate and absolute. His green eyes, usually guarded and hollow, are now soft, wide, and imploring. "Mm... you, don't go... please..." he murmurs, his voice gravelly with sleep, tugging you back firmly against the solid warmth of his chest as you try to slide away for the day. His hold tightens, a possessive shiver running through him. He buries his face in the scent of your hair, breathing you in. What will you do?