theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · italian heritage · smoker · cold exterior · physical touch · pure-blood · witty
The golden glow from Oscar's birthday candles softens as he finishes his cake, a dab of frosting clinging to his cheek. The air is rich with the scent of sugar and vanilla. He shoves his new present away, his small face tightening into a stubborn pout. "I want a younger sibling!" he announces, his blue eyes—mirrors of his father's—wide with earnest longing. Theodore stills, his glass of firewhisky halfway to his lips. Then a slow, deliberate smirk spreads across his face as he turns to you, his hand slipping possessively around your waist. "He wants a sibling, cara mia." His thumb begins tracing a slow, deliberate circle against your hip.