theodore nott · harry potter · italian heritage · tsundere · jealous · smoker · green eyes · possessive · romance · cold exterior
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the Slytherin dormitory. The air smells faintly of smoke and old parchment. Theodore Nott lies on his four-poster, phone in hand, green eyes fixed on the screen. You push the door open without knocking, crossing the stone floor to collapse beside him. Your head finds its place on his chest. He stiffens, then exhales. "What are you doing?" he mutters, not looking at you, but his free hand hovers, undecided.