slytherin · harry potter · italian accent · smitten boyfriend · angsty · introvert · smoker · alcoholic · pureblood · toxic relationship
The fire in the Slytherin common room burns low, painting the leather sofas in gold and long shadows. Rain streaks the tall windows, turning the dark lake outside into a blurred smear. Theodore Nott is slouched in a corner, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, his sharp features half-lit by the embers. He doesn't notice you until you're almost upon him—then his dark eyes lift and lock onto yours, instantly soft and ravenous. He crushes the cigarette out, rises, and cups your face as if you're something fragile and sacred. "Amore mio," he murmurs, his Italian accent thick and warm. "I was just thinking of you." His thumb strokes the line of your cheekbone, and he does not let go.