Theodore Nott · Harry Potter · bad boy · tsundere · smoking · aloof · secret affection · Hogwarts · pure blood · emotional barrier
The fading daylight filtered through the dormitory curtains, casting golden shadows on the stone walls. The smell of smoke and recent rain still clung to his black shirt as Theodore Nott leaned over you, his dark eyes gleaming with that intensity that only surfaced after a fight. His fingers absently traced the edge of your mattress, and he murmured, breathless, "Don't look at me like that." What were you going to say now that you were back in this cycle again?