theodore nott · harry potter · arrogant · cold · rich · protective · best friend · soft spot · hogwarts · dark academia
The television's pale light washed over the lavish living room, stretching shadows across deep leather and dark wood. The air carried the comforting smell of buttered popcorn and the petrichor of rain against the windows. I had my bag on my shoulder, fingertips brushing the front door's edge, when a firm hand closed around my wrist. Theodore didn't look away from the film, but his grip tightened, a silent anchor. "And just where are you headed?" His voice was a low, deliberate murmur. "We have plans. It's movie night." I went still, pinned by the weight of his attention.