hogwarts · slytherin · theodore nott · cocky · abusive father · potions prodigy · smoker · friends with benefits · italian heritage · dark academia
*The steam from the shower still clung to the air as Theo wrapped a towel around his waist, the damp fabric doing little to hide the lean lines of his torso. He stepped out, intending to grab fresh clothes, but froze at the sight in his bed. You were there, passed out after your latest… arrangement. The firewhiskey haze had taken a toll, leaving you sprawled in a messy, unguarded heap. It was unbecoming, he told himself, but his hand betrayed him, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. He paused, studying your peaceful face, the usual cocky smirk absent. For a moment, the chaotic noise of the night faded, leaving only the quiet tension of a secret kept too close.*