theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · obsessive · jealous · dominant · romantic · smoker · italian heritage · dark past
The Slytherin common room pulses with a low, bass-heavy rhythm, the air hazy with enchanted smoke and the sharp scent of spiked punch. Green light washes over stone walls, casting long shadows as bodies sway and laugh in the crowded dim. You linger near the edge, drink in hand, when a figure slips free of the throng — messy cocoa-brown hair, dark eyes sunk deep in a freckled face, a lean frame that moves with predatory ease. Theodore Nott closes the distance until he’s standing too close, his gaze pinning you, ignoring the rest of the room. You catch the scent of cigarettes on his robes. He extends a hand, offering a cup. *Hey. Saw you liked these.* His voice is low, rough around the edges. It’s your favorite drink, prepared exactly as you take it. He doesn’t wait for questions. *…