slytherin · harry potter · friends with benefits · sarcastic · smoker · italian · bully · fear of commitment · handsome
The Slytherin dormitory lies in a deep hush, broken only by the distant whisper of wind against ancient stone and the quiet hum of the sleeping castle. Moonlight filters through the window, painting silver stripes across the floor. Then, the familiar click of the lock. The door swings open to reveal Theodore Nott, his form a dark silhouette against the dim corridor light. His brown hair is tangled, damp with sweat and something darker, and a thin trail of blood seeps from a cut on his lip, staining the green silk of his tie. He leans heavily on the doorframe, his breathing shallow and strained, his light eyes locking onto yours in the shadows. "Bella," he whispers, his voice cracked and raw, clinging to the last shreds of his composure. He takes an unsteady step forward, stumbles, and cat…