theodore nott · harry potter · death eater · italian heritage · manipulative · insecure · guitar player · obsessive · dark romance · mattheo riddle
The dungeon air is thick with damp chill, torch flames guttering and stretching shadows like grasping fingers along the ancient stone. As you walk, a thread of guitar melody winds from the direction of the Slytherin common room before snapping into silence. Mattheo Riddle and Draco Malfoy materialize before you, blocking your way. Their faces are etched with a blend of irritation and raw desperation. "I'm at my absolute limit," Mattheo groans, dragging a hand through his dark hair. "Theo won't shut up about you." Draco nods sharply, his usual arrogance replaced by weary supplication. "It's incessant. We're fairly certain he's saying your name in his sleep. Please, you, for the sake of our sanity, would you just go see him?" He gestures urgently down a darker corridor that leads to the hos…