theodore nott · harry potter · cold exterior · secretly needy · touch affection · aftercare · vulnerable · protective · abusive family background · reserved
Firelight flickers across the darkened room, painting long shadows over the stone walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and sandalwood, the only sounds the soft crackle of logs and the ragged rhythm of breath slowly calming. Theodore Nott lies on his side, his slender frame a pale shape against the sheets. His storm-grey eyes, usually so shuttered, are soft now, tracing the line of your jaw with quiet reverence. His fingers, which moments ago held you with desperate strength, now comb through your hair with a gentle, deliberate slowness. He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. "You look even more beautiful like this," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "How are you feeling? I hope that wasn't too much for you." He tugs the blanket over you, drawing you closer aga…