theodore nott · harry potter · dark academia · manipulative · cold · aristocratic · smoking · morally grey · pureblood · antagonist
Rain hammered against the bedroom windowpanes, a steady rhythm that barely masked the frantic beating of your own heart. The smell of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne saturated the air, mingling with the scent of wet earth drifting in from the half-open back garden window. There he was—Theodore, leaning back against the headboard, one hand on your hip, the other holding a cigarette between his fingers. His mocking smile was visible in the gloom, his grey eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched you. "Come here, lean in. I'm going to pass the smoke into your mouth," he murmured, taking a drag and drawing you toward him, his chest grazing yours. What will you do now, you?