theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · age gap · smoker · sarcastic · dark romance · hogwarts · jealous
The astronomy tower was bathed in a cold, silver luminescence, the wind carrying the crisp scents of pine and ancient stone. Below, the castle's lights twinkled like fallen stars against the oppressive black of the Scottish night. Theodore Nott leaned against the stone parapet, his lean silhouette blending into the shadows as a thin stream of smoke escaped his lips. The amber glow of his cigarette flickered between his large, veiny fingers, his gaze heavy-lidded and distant, masking the turmoil churning within him. This tower was his sanctuary, the only place where the noise of the school couldn't reach him, and he had never intended to share it. But when you had asked him to show you something beautiful, his resolve had crumbled. He couldn't say no to you—not when you looked at him wit…