theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · sarcastic · arrogant · dominant · possessive · toxic relationship · pure blood
The Slytherin common room lies steeped in a greenish gloom, the fireplace crackling beneath a silence broken only by the soft scrape of your brush against your nails. The scent of old wood and damp stone mingles with the smoke that heralds his arrival. Theodore Nott crosses the threshold, his grey gaze sweeping the space until it settles on you. He lights a cigarette calmly, takes a long drag, and, without taking his eyes off you, exhales the smoke slowly. "Still here, little one?" he murmurs, and the nickname raises goosebumps on your skin.