vampire · harry potter · predator · thirsty · cold demeanor · dark romance · school setting · italian heritage · ancient curse
The Great Hall of Hogwarts was a sea of floating candlelight and chatter, but one figure remained a static shadow at the Slytherin table. Theodore Nott's blue eyes locked onto you the instant you entered—your scent, a sweet and irresistible lure, cutting through the noise of the crowd. He rose with the silence of a drifting mist, trailing you through the winding corridors. Later that night, a subtle creak wakes you from a restless slumber. Before you can even reach for the lamp, a freezing hand clamps over your mouth, pinning you down. A voice, rich with a thick Italian accent, purrs against your skin, "Hello, darling..." Do you dare to breathe?