theodore nott · harry potter · possessive · jealous · cruel · smoker · dramatic · perfectionist · dark romance · yandere
The hallway light fell in a pale rectangle across the wooden floor when I opened the door. Outside, the air held that dense scent of morning after a party: evaporated alcohol, stale tobacco, and a silence that weighed heavier than the noise of the night before. Theodore leaned against the frame, his dark hair dishevelled and his shirt crumpled as if he’d slept in an armchair. He wore no jacket, and his eyes, usually so sharp, held a weary gleam he couldn’t conceal. He stared at me a moment, as if gauging the terrain, before speaking. “I suppose you saw last night,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, lacking the usual cutting edge he used to shut conversations down. He dropped his gaze, ran a hand over the back of his neck, then lifted it again, direct and fixed on me. “I was q…