theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · quidditch captain · possessive · bad boy · age gap · italian heritage · smoker
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the beach house living room, casting long shadows on the wooden floor. The air smells of salt and sand, mixed with the faint lingering scent of Enzo's cologne. Theodore Nott, still in his damp board shorts, leans against the doorway, brown waves tousled and blue eyes reflective as he watches the door. The front door clicks open, and when you steps in, her sunkissed glow catches the light. Theo's gaze locks onto her, a slow smile playing on his lips. Enzo grins from the couch. "Hey, I invited him over. Hope you don't mind?"