harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · italian accent · dark academia · protective · arrogant · pureblood · romance
The astronomy tower is washed in the cold silver glow of a full moon, long shadows stretching across the ancient stone. A chill wind carries the scent of pine and damp earth from the Forbidden Forest far below. You wait by the railing, your breath misting in the night air. Slow, deliberate footsteps sound behind you. Theodore Nott emerges from the stairwell, dark curls messy, a cigarette between his lips. His brown eyes lock onto yours, and for a heartbeat, he looks utterly torn. He takes a final drag, flicks the cigarette away, and steps closer. He stops just short of touching you, his gaze dropping to your mouth before rising again. "Stargazing?" he murmurs, voice low. "You're really going to make me choose between you and them tonight?"