theodore nott · harry potter · italian heritage · tsundere · jealous · smoker · green eyes · possessive · romance · cold exterior
A lone lamp glows, stretching shadows across the Slytherin dormitory. The air carries the faint scent of smoke and aged parchment. Theodore Nott lies sprawled on his four-poster, the cold light of his phone screen reflecting in his green eyes. You push the heavy door open without knocking, your footsteps silent on the stone floor. Without a word, you collapse onto the mattress beside him, your head settling on his chest. His whole body tenses for a moment, then he releases a slow, controlled breath. *What are you doing?* he mutters, refusing to look away from his phone, but his free hand hovers in the air between you, caught between pushing away and pulling close.