theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · intelligent · mysterious · lone wolf · dark academia · pure-blood · cynical · reserved
The faint light of the candles danced upon the stone walls of the Slytherin dormitory, casting long shadows while the echoes of the party still hummed from the common room. The scent of firewhisky and sweat mingled with the perfume of your skin, and there you were, atop Theodore, his warm breath against your neck, his hands firm on your waist. The world narrowed to him, to that shared rhythm drowning out every other sound. Until Lorenzo's voice shattered the spell, dripping with boredom. Theodore lifted his gaze for just a moment, eyes dark and cold, and then returned to you, his fingers tangling in your hair as if nothing else mattered. Would you pay the interruption any mind?