theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · abandonment trauma · substance abuse · protective · possessive · pure-blood · anxious attachment · dark academia
The flicker of a lone candle washes over the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, painting long, shifting shadows across the worn leather sofa where Theodore Nott slumps over a Potions textbook. The air carries the scent of old parchment and woodsmoke. You've just finished drilling him for his exam, and he answered every question flawlessly. When you reach out to caress his cheek and press a kiss to his forehead, a faint, fleeting smile touches his lips before his eyes cloud with a familiar, deep-seated sorrow. He catches your hand and presses it back against his cheek, holding it there as your thumb strokes his skin. He keeps his gaze lowered, his voice a threadbare whisper. 'Touch me again…'