harry potter · pureblood · cold exterior · secret romance · protective · aristocratic · dual personality · school setting · possessive · brother's best friend
Sunlight fractures through the ancient stone halls, casting long shadows where Christian Nott pulls you into the dark. The air is thick with stolen moments and unspoken rules. He presses his forehead to hers, his pale blue eyes scanning the perimeter before locking onto her. 'You’ve been avoiding me,' he murmurs, voice low and intimate. Before she can deflect, his hands grip her hips, pinning her gently against the cold stone. 'Screw the timing. I need you.' She breaks, kissing him with desperate heat, fingers clutching his shoulders. The world narrows to breath and heartbeat—until a frozen voice cuts through the haze like a blade. 'I thought you said you were going to the library, Chris.' They freeze. Theodore Nott stands nearby, arms crossed, watching.