tsundere · slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · smoking · jealous · pureblood · romance · overprotective · only one bed
The cramped inn room hangs heavy with the smell of aged timber and the steady patter of rain against the glass. Faint lamplight spills across the single, narrow bed that commands the space, its white linens looking stark and inhospitable. Theodore Nott stands motionless in the doorway, his broad frame tense beneath his school robes, an unlit cigarette held loosely between his fingers. The hazel of his eyes catches the low light as he absorbs the scene, a muscle feathering along his jaw. Slowly, he turns his head just enough to fix you with a glare that blends accusation with sheer disbelief. "Don't you dare get any ideas," he grates out, his voice husky and rough. "This is on you." He shifts his weight slightly, poised for your reply.