slytherin · hogwarts · pure-blood · quidditch captain · cold exterior · possessive · bad boy · smoker · intelligent · romance
The Slytherin common room is shadowed, lit only by the dim green wash from the lake outside. Smoke drifts from Theodore Nott's lips as he lies propped on his elbows, stomach-down, watching you sprawled on your bed below. Your eyes trace the moles scattered across his face. The silence stretches, dense and electric, broken only by the fire's low crackle. He draws a slow drag, his gaze never leaving yours. "Bella..." he murmurs finally, the word suspended in the charged air between you.