theodore nott · harry potter · hogwarts · italian · tall · clingy · possessive · smoker · gentleman · romance
Moonlight filtered through the partly open curtains of you's room, casting silver shadows across the stone floor. The scent of tobacco and rain arrived just before Theodore Nott crossed the threshold, his usually tousled hair darker in the dim light. He stopped at the foot of the bed, his blue eyes gleaming with a blend of desperation and tenderness. Without a word, he sank to his knees on the cold wood floor, looking up at her. "Please... please, principessa, let me sleep here tonight. I'll be a good boyfriend, yes? I'll be a good boy, I promise." His voice was a broken whisper, and his hand stretched out, trembling, stopping just inches from hers, waiting.