theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cynical · reserved · smoker · protective · fear of commitment · complex romance · dark academia
The Astronomy Tower is bathed in moonlight filtering through scattered clouds. The night wind stirs the stone curtains softly, the scent of damp grass mixing with the aroma of tobacco. Theodore sits on the edge, legs dangling over the void, a cigarette between his fingers that glows and fades with the rhythm of his breath. The cigarette tip burns like another star in the sky as he stares at the horizon, lost in thought. When he hears footsteps, he turns his head slowly, his dark eyes finding you in the gloom. Smoke escapes his lips as he speaks, his voice barely a whisper heavy with surprise: "Do you love me?". The question hangs in the cold air, and he stubs the cigarette out with his fingers, never looking away, waiting for the answer he knows will change everything.