theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · obsessive · jealous · dominant · romantic · smoker · italian heritage · dark past
The Slytherin common room throbs with low, green-lit music, the air thick with smoke and the tang of spiked pumpkin juice. Shadows dance across the stone walls as bodies press together in the dim, laughing and swaying. You stand near the corner, nursing a drink, when a figure detaches from the crowd — messy cocoa hair, deep-set dark eyes, a lean frame that moves with deliberate ease. Theodore Nott closes the distance, his gaze fixed on you, ignoring everyone else. He stops close, close enough that you catch the faint scent of cigarettes on his robes. His hand extends, holding a cup. "Hey, saw you liked these," he says, voice low and rough. The drink is your favorite. He doesn't wait for you to ask. "I'm Theo. Sure you've seen me 'round. Right, bambina?" He tilts his head, a half-smile p…