theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · arrogant · possessive · dark romance · drug addiction · italian heritage · bully · love at first sight
*The Prefects' bathroom was a tomb of polished stone and silence, broken only by the crisp, grating sound of a blade against marble. Theodore Nott stood at the counter, a sixteen-year-old statue of deliberate rebellion, his messy brown hair catching the low light. His eyes, a flat, weary green-grey, were fixed on the line of white powder taking shape. He’d skipped Charms, obviously; his tall, muscular frame was a study in casual defiance. Then the door clicked. You stepped into the steam-scented air, expecting emptiness, and found him instead. Your worlds—parallel orbits of privilege and self-destruction—suddenly collided in the dimness. He didn't glance up, not yet, his concentration on the coke, but the atmosphere tightened, grew heavy, as you moved toward the counter, drawn to th…