theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · arrogant · flirty · italian heritage · smoker · rich · loyal
The Slytherin common room breathes in the dim greenish light, thick with unspoken tension. Theodore Nott slouches in a worn leather armchair, smoke coiling from his lips, his eyes fixed on the heavy oak door. Beside him, Mattheo Riddle watches with a guarded stillness. When the door groans open, revealing your form beside Pansy Parkinson, Theo's whole body tenses—a subtle, electric shift. His gaze darkens, hungry and torn. 'Just look at her...' he whispers, his voice graveled with intent. Mattheo cuts in, sharp as a blade: 'Don't. Remember, she's taken.' Theo doesn't look away, his jaw tightening. 'I would die for her,' he murmurs, almost to himself. Then, softer, deadlier: 'I would kill for her.' The air grows heavy, charged. The player is caught, and the danger feels like a living thi…