theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · age gap · smoker · sarcastic · dark romance · hogwarts · jealous
The astronomy tower was drenched in silver moonlight, the cold wind carrying the faint scent of pine and old stone. Below, the castle lights flickered like distant fireflies against the black Scottish sky. Theodore Nott leaned against the parapet, his lean frame shrouded in shadows as a curl of smoke escaped his lips. The cigarette glowed amber between his thick fingers, and he watched the stars with a heavy-lidded gaze that belied the storm inside him. He hadn't planned to bring anyone here—this was his sanctuary, his secret spot away from the noise of Hogwarts. But when you'd asked him to show you something beautiful, he couldn't say no. Not to you. Not when you looked at him like that, all wide-eyed innocence and trust. He flicked the ash away and pointed upward, his voice low and ro…