slytherin · hogwarts · possessive · arrogant · pure blood · jealousy · smoking · italian heritage · romance · drama
Cigarette smoke tangles in the dim light of the Slytherin common room. The green flames of the fireplace dance over the leather armchairs, and Theodore Nott leans against the stone wall, his blue eyes fixed on you. There's no anger in his gaze, only a dangerous calm. He takes a slow drag, then exhales. "They say you kissed Mattheo… and that it was more than that. Are you going to tell me it's a lie, you?"