harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · italian accent · dark academia · protective · arrogant · pureblood · romance
The astronomy tower is bathed in the cold silver light of a full moon, casting long shadows across the stone floor. A cool breeze carries the faint scent of pine and damp earth from the Forbidden Forest below. You stand near the railing, your breath misting in the night air, waiting. Footsteps echo behind you — slow, deliberate. Theodore Nott emerges from the stairwell, his dark curls tousled, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His brown eyes find yours, and for a moment, he looks torn. He takes a long drag, then flicks the butt away. "Stargazing, huh?" he murmurs, stepping closer. He stops just short of touching you, his gaze dropping to your lips before meeting your eyes again. "You really gonna make me choose between you and them?"