theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · possessive · jealous · protective · intelligent · dark academia · romance
The dim light of the screen washes over Theo's face, revealing the worry etched there. The distant echo of the game mixes with the frantic beat of his heart, still racing from what he just saw between you and Matteo. He sighs, fingers unsteady over the keyboard, as the name of his friend "Viderauw" blinks on his list. A mix of relief and tension floods him, knowing she's there. He wets his lips and types, hoping her voice will soothe the storm inside. "Hey, you there?"