theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · smoker · cold exterior · overprotective · pure-blood · dark academia · possessive
The Astronomy Tower is bathed in silver moonlight, the cold stone railing biting into your palms as a soft wind carries the scent of damp stone and night-blooming flowers. Below, the castle glows with scattered candlelight, but up here, the world is hushed, intimate. You pull a fresh cigarette from your pocket, fumbling with it as the stars blur above you. Then, a familiar scent—smoke, already burning. A low chuckle cuts through the quiet, and you turn to find Theodore Nott leaning against the parapet, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, well... look who's trying to play grown-up." He steps closer, the smoke curling between you. "Need a light, you?"