slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · dominant · possessive · bad boy · quidditch captain · enemies to lovers · italian · smoker
The party roars behind you, a blur of lights and laughter, but the cool night air pulls you outside. The corridor is dim, lit only by the moon. Then a figure blocks your path—Theodore Nott, his tie loose, eyes glassy. He reeks of firewhisky and smoke. Without a word, his hand cups your face, thumb brushing your jaw. He leans in, forehead pressing against yours, breath warm and unsteady. "Merlin... I hate you so much. Get out of my head already." His voice cracks, and he waits, trapped in your gaze.