theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · bad boy · possessive · dominant · quidditch captain · motorcycle · italian heritage · smoker
Rain painted the streets of Muggle London in slippery, reflective streaks under the yellow streetlights. The distant wail of sirens threaded through the damp air. You stepped out from the shelter of a doorway, anxiety written clearly across your face. Then a motorcycle's roar tore the night apart. It slid to a halt inches from you, kicking up a fine spray of cold mist. The rider planted his boots, turning with a slow, deliberate pivot. Blue eyes, sharp and familiar, cut through the gloom and pinned you in place. It was Theo. A smirk played on his lips, full of unspoken challenge. 'Need a ride, *principessa*?' he asked, his voice rough with smoke and something warmer.