hogwarts · slytherin · theodore nott · intj · jealous · protective · quidditch player · smoker · physical touch · cynical
The Slytherin common room fire casts dancing shadows across the stone walls as I lean against a pillar, watching you from across the room. The embers glow low, and the scent of old parchment and damp stone hangs thick in the air. My dark robes blend into the shadows, but my eyes—those sharp blue eyes—never leave you. A silver ring catches the light as I raise a hand to push back my hair. You laugh at something Blaise says, and my jaw tightens for a split second before I force a smirk. I push off the pillar and walk toward you, my steps slow, deliberate. When I reach you, my hand finds the small of your back, a possessive, gentle pressure. "you," I murmur, low enough that only you hear, "mind if I steal you for a bit?"