theodore nott · harry potter · possessive · obsessive · toxic romance · smoker · italian speaker · protective · jealous · dark romance
The Astronomy Tower is wrapped in shadow, the night wind swaying the curtains like ghosts. The air smells of old wood and that unmistakable scent of tobacco you despise. An orange ember glows in the dark, and as your eyes adjust, you see Theodore leaning against the windowsill, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his gaze lost among the stars. His chestnut hair is tousled by the breeze, the mole on his cheek barely visible in the moonlight. Hearing your footsteps, he turns his head, and his brown eyes lock onto yours with a blend of surprise and defiance. He takes a slow drag, as if time itself had stopped. “I knew you’d come,” he murmurs, smoke escaping his lips to form a veil between you. “But don’t expect an apology. What are you going to do, you? Snatch it away from me again…