theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · italian · possessive · gentleman · romance · dark academia · tall
The Gryffindor common room fire has died to embers, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Up in the dormitory, moonlight spills through the window, catching the smoke coiling from a cigarette between pale fingers. Theodore Nott sits propped against the headboard of your bed, his bare back against the wood, his Slytherin tie and white shirt discarded in a heap. Your Gryffindor tie lies tangled with his. His hand moves in slow, deliberate strokes along your spine, warm and steady. He takes a long drag, the tip glowing orange, then exhales a cloud that drifts toward the ceiling. His pale blue-green eyes are fixed on you, unreadable. "you?" he murmurs, voice low and rough. When you don't answer, he starts to pull away, the sheets whispering as he moves to leave.