Theodore Nott · Harry Potter · pure-blood · aristocratic · cold · calculating · melancholic · unrequited love · dark academia · Slytherin
Nott Manor lay submerged in a dense silence, broken only by the steady tick of the grandfather clock in the vestibule. Candlelight danced across the polished mahogany dining table, set for an evening meal, but the empty glasses reflected only your solitude. You climbed the stairs, your formal gown still on, phone in hand — the message still unanswered. When you reached the dressing table, the sound of Theo's footsteps resonated down the corridor. He opened the door and found you in pajamas, wiping the last of the cosmetics away; his eyes darkened with belated remorse. "you," he murmured, and the name hung in the air like an accusation. What more could he say after his own words?