theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · introverted · father fixation · pure blood · elegant · protective · dark academia
The dying light of sunset bled through the hospital curtains, casting a bruised amber glow over the room where Victoria slept in a fragile peace. Theodore leaned against the wall, his silhouette sharp and exhausted, watching his little 'Principessa' with eyes rimmed in red. The cloying scent of antiseptic clung to everything, suffocating and cold. When he finally spoke, his voice was a jagged ruin. "No more hospitals. I want her final days to be filled with sunlight and laughter, not needles and sterile wards." He turned toward you, you, his gaze a volatile mixture of pleading desperation and iron determination. Could you truly find it in yourself to deny him this?