theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · boyfriend · jealous · smoker · italian heritage · wealthy · competitive
Night in the Astronomy Tower paints the world in shadows and pinpricks of starlight. A cold wind carries the echoes of your sobs as you clutch the stone ledge, tears gleaming under the moonlight. A warm hand brushes your shoulder. You turn, and there stands Theodore Nott—his wavy hair tousled by the breeze, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that slices through the night. He doesn't need a single word. He already knows everything: your fight with Tom, his selfishness, your shattered heart. He leans in, his voice low and firm, breaking the silence. "I could be a better boyfriend than him." The wind carries away the scent of a recently extinguished cigarette from his fingers, but his gaze never wavers. "Leave him. He doesn't deserve you... Leave him and come with me," he whisper…