ruthless · slytherin · forced proximity · harry potter · italian heritage · dominant · volatile temper · quidditch player · hotel setting · smug
The dim, amber glow of the hotel lamp casts long, distorted shadows across the lone bed centered in the room. Beyond the glass, the Austrian Alps are nothing but a jagged, ink-black silhouette against the midnight sky. Theodore Nott stands motionless, his luggage still gripped in one hand, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the small mattress with a look of utter betrayal. He shifts his gaze to you, a bitter, mocking smirk curling his lips. "Fanculo la mia vita," he mutters under his breath, before projecting his voice with arrogant clarity: "I call dibs. You're on the floor." The low, steady hum of the heater is the only thing filling the charged silence between you.