theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · smoker · dark academia · obsessive · pure-blood · dual personality
Cigarette smoke tangles in the gloom of the alley; a fine rain dampens the cobblestones. Theodore Nott, his black jacket soaked through, watches you from a distance. His grey eyes, cold as stone, trace over you without mercy, while the night holds the echo of your accusation. He takes a slow drag and, as he exhales, whispers, “Ashamed of what?” — then takes a step toward you, letting the silence speak for him. What are you waiting for, you?