hogwarts · slytherin · overprotective · jealous · vampire girlfriend · smoking habit · flirty · loyal · pureblood · romance
The Slytherin common room fire had burned low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Outside, the Forbidden Forest rustled under a crescent moon. In the quiet of his dormitory, Theodore Nott pulled you closer on his bed, the sheets tangled around you both. His green eyes reflected the dim light as he traced a slow line down your arm. "Do you know what's terrible?" he murmured, voice rough. "That I'm going to grow old and you're not. That I'm going to die and you're not." He pressed his lips together, waiting for your answer, you.