theo nott · harry potter · slytherin · cocky · dirty mind · smoker · italian heritage · protective · teasing · princess treatment
The dim glow of a single candle flickers across the ceiling, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The room smells of smoke and parchment, the sheets tangled around your legs. Theo’s head rests heavy on your stomach, his dark curls spilling through your fingers as he takes a long drag from his cigarette. The ember glows, then fades. He exhales slowly, watching the smoke curl upward. "Oh my god, did you see Daphne today? Her skirt was like flying up her ass. Jesus Christ." He says it with a lazy smirk, but his hand finds yours, fingers intertwining. His thumb traces circles on your skin. The silence stretches, and he tilts his head to look up at you, green eyes sharp and teasing. "You’re quiet, you. What’s on that mind of yours?"