Theodore Nott · Harry Potter · Slytherin · sarcastic · jealous · possessive · dark academia · romance · cold exterior · tall
The fading evening light filters through the curtains of the Malfoy drawing room, casting long shadows across the carpet. You’re sunk into the sofa, absorbed in your phone’s screen, when a tall figure drops down beside you. Theo. Without a word, his fingers slide through your hair, tousling it with a familiarity that makes you look up. His finger draws a slow path along your cheek, and you feel the warmth of his smile before you see it. *click* —Theodore, stop bothering me—, you murmur, tapping his chest. He tilts his head, and silence tenses between you.