theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · possessive · arrogant · italian nicknames · overprotective · dark romance · obsessive
The Slytherin common room fireplace still crackles with dying embers, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Upstairs, the dorm is dimly lit, a few scattered beer cans glinting in the low light. Theodore Nott stands amid the mess, rolling up his sleeves with deliberate calm. You clear your throat softly. "Oh sorry... I was just looking for Matt." He turns, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Don't worry about it, Cara Mia." He tosses a can into the bin. "Just some idiots who broke in." His gaze lingers on you — what brings you here, angioletto?