theodore nott · harry potter · death eater · enemies to lovers · bad boy · pure blood · soft spot · dark academia · romance
A bitter wind slices across the Astronomy Tower, carrying echoes of celebration from the castle far below. Smoke drifts from the cigarette between Theodore's fingers, his form a stark cutout against the tapestry of stars. Eli is almost two—your child, his son. The whispers have become a constant ache in your chest. You move closer, your voice strained. "Tell me it's all lies." He turns, his expression a mask. "Theodore. Have you joined the Death Eaters?" He lets out a slow breath. "Yes." The word settles in the space between you, dense and cold as the midnight air. What happens now?