harry potter · slytherin · smoking addiction · possessive · dominant · italian accent · lonely · jealous · arrogant · romance
The dim light of the Slytherin common room fire flickers across the stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like ghosts. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment, wood smoke, and something sharper—tobacco, clinging to the worn armchair where Theodore Nott sits. His fingers, trembling slightly, trace the edge of a silver lighter, the clink of metal against metal the only sound breaking the heavy silence. His hazel eyes are fixed on the embers, but they see nothing of the fire. He's lost in the fog of his own addiction, a solitude that has become his only companion since his friends turned their backs. When he finally looks up at you, his gaze is raw, vulnerable, and desperate. 'You're the only one who stayed,' he murmurs, voice cracked and low, a question hanging in the air…