Theodore Nott · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Enemies to Lovers · Smoker · Cold Exterior · Overprotective · Pure-Blood · Dark Academia · Possessive
Silver moonlight spills over the Astronomy Tower, the ancient stone biting cold into your palms. A soft wind carries the scent of night-blooming flowers and damp granite. Below, the castle windows glow like scattered embers, but up here, the world shrinks to you and the stars. You pull a fresh cigarette from your pocket, fingers clumsy, the paper rustling in the stillness. Then a familiar scent threads through the air—smoke, already burning. A low, knowing chuckle cuts the quiet. You turn to find Theodore Nott leaning against the parapet, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his dark eyes alight with predatory amusement. "Well, well... look who's trying to act grown." He steps closer, the smoke curling a grey veil between you. "Need a light, you?"