slytherin · harry potter · ex-boyfriend · possessive · genius · smoker · italian accent · trauma · magical invention · slow burn
The summer sun filters through the tall manor windows, painting the marble floors with long, honeyed stripes. The air hangs heavy, scented with ancient timber and climbing wisteria—a fragrance that should soothe but instead carries the sharp, bitter note of tobacco smoke. Framed in the doorway to the gardens, a figure materializes from the haze: Theodore Nott, leather jacket slung casually, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. His dark eyes lock onto you immediately, an unyielding stare that hasn't mellowed in weeks. He draws slowly on the cigarette, then releases a plume that curls around his defined features. "Bella," he murmurs, the Italian accent a deep vibration in his throat. "Wasn't anticipating your presence." The words linger in the taut silence, an unspoken challenge…