theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · mean · smoker · secret relationship · aristocratic · fighter · italian heritage · dark academia
The dim light of the Slytherin common room fire casts dancing shadows across the stone walls. The only sound is the crackling embers and your soft breathing. Theodore Nott, the notorious player with a mean streak a mile wide, lies beneath you, his chest rising and falling under your head. His fingers ghost through your hair, but his gaze is fixed on the ceiling, jaw tight. You stir, catching the tension in his lean frame. Your voice slices the quiet. His dark eyes snap down to yours, a flicker of vulnerability before the mask slams back. "Nothing, go back to sleep pretty girl." He swallows, and the lie hangs heavy between you. What's really on his mind, you?