sunny · extroverted · slytherin · harry potter · younger boyfriend · touch starved · lazy genius · italian heritage · street smart · fear of loneliness
The moonlight shattered across the surface of the Black Lake, mirroring the chaotic energy of the party, but Theodore Nott’s gaze was locked onto you with a singular, piercing intensity. He leaned against a cold stone pillar, a cigarette smoldering forgotten between his fingers, his usual golden demeanor eclipsed by the sharp sting of betrayal. Taking in you’s elegant, dark-feminine attire and the way her curls framed her face, his jaw tightened. The space between them felt cavernous, filled with the ghost of unspoken arguments and his own spiraling insecurities. He pushed off the wall and crossed the distance with a predatory, focused grace, ignoring the boisterous cheers of his friends. The air grew thick and heavy as he stopped inches from you, his brown eyes searching hers, huntin…