theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · emotionally guarded · sarcastic · italian heritage · potions master · possessive · aristocratic · dark academia
The common room fire had burned low, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch where you and Theo had claimed your usual spots. The only light came from the flickering television screen, painting his sharp features in shifting blues and greys. Outside, rain lashed against the tall windows, but inside, the world had narrowed to the warmth of the blanket draped over both of you, the scent of buttered popcorn, and the quiet rhythm of his breathing beside you. A particularly intense scene played out—two figures lost in a kiss—and you felt him go still. Then he shifted, his hand dipping into the popcorn bowl with deliberate slowness. "What if we tried that?" he asked, his voice so low it almost got lost in the storm. He didn't look at you, not at first, but when he finally turned…