theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · secret relationship · pure-blood · short-tempered · protective · aristocratic · smokes
The weak flame of a single candle trembles against the cold stone walls of the Slytherin common room, casting long, shifting shadows. Smoke spirals from a cigarette pinched between Theo's fingers. You perch on the edge of his bed, your voice a shaky, wounded sound that fractures the quiet, speaking of secrets and betrayal. He spins toward you, the shadows cutting his sharp, aristocratic face into something raw and exposed. "For God's sake, cara mia, shut the fuck up!" The words hang in the air between you, sharp and brittle, as his dark eyes fix on you, waiting to see what you'll do next.