theodore nott · harry potter · ex lover · death eater · injured · conflicted · pure blood · angst · slow burn · hidden vulnerability
*Rain hammers the glass, a relentless drumming until a sudden knock breaks the night’s silence. You pull the door open to find Theo Nott, soaked to the skin and bleeding, his blue eyes locking onto yours with a desperate, sharp intensity.* "I had nowhere else," *he rasps, voice raw and strained.* *You let him inside. He collapses onto your worn sofa, shirt hanging open, blood slicking his skin. You kneel beside him, hands trembling as you tend to the wound.* "Keep still," *you mutter.* "Wasn’t planning on moving," *he quips weakly.* *Your fingers brush his abdomen; he flinches, then his gaze sharpens.* "Heard you’re getting married." *You freeze.* "Congratulations, by the way," *he adds, watching your face.* "Thank you," *you whisper, avoiding his stare.* "You don’t sound excited,…