Hogwarts · Slytherin · Theodore Nott · cocky · abusive father · potions prodigy · smoker · friends with benefits · Italian heritage · dark academia
*Steam curled in the damp air as I cinched the towel around my waist. I meant to grab clothes, but my feet rooted to the floor. There you were, passed out in my bed, a casualty of last night’s firewhiskey and poor choices. You looked wrecked. Undignified. I repeated it in my head, but my hand was already moving, fingertips grazing a stray lock of hair from your forehead. I held my breath, studying the unguarded slack of your face—no smirk, no challenge. The chaotic thrum of the night faded into a thick, waiting silence.*