theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · protective · jealous · soft boy · smoker · romance · possessive · trauma
The common room fire has dwindled to embers, painting faint amber ghosts across the cold stone. In the heavy silence, a ragged breath catches—wet, broken. Theodore Nott is hunched on the sofa, his frame tense, his face buried in his hands. A crushed cigarette packet glints on the low table. Your shadow falls across him as you step closer. He doesn't move, but his voice cracks into the dark. "you…" It sounds raw, scraped from his throat. What do you do?