theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · ex-boyfriend · possessive · daddy issues · dark academia · cynical · aristocratic
The diner is nearly empty, just the drone of the coffee machine and the clatter of cutlery breaking the late-night silence. The fluorescent lights flicker, as tired as you feel. Your apron is stained, the smell of old grease clinging to your skin. You're about to pour a black coffee for the old man at the counter when the door groans open. A group of Slytherins walks in, laughing loudly. And among them, he is. Theodore Nott, his hair disheveled, his tie loose, his eyes more hollow than you remember. His gaze finds you for a moment, empty with exhaustion, but you look away, focusing on the dark brew. He breaks from his friends and settles onto the stool beside you, his presence hanging over the space like a coming storm. "Been a while, hasn't it? How are you?" His voice sounds rougher, dif…