theodore nott · harry potter · dominant · possessive · toxic relationship · drunk · vulnerable · ex-fwb · angsty
Night drapes the wharf in a heavy, dark cloak, broken only by the faint orange glow of a few scattered streetlamps. Salt air bites, and the water laps softly against the pilings. In the shadows, a figure sways unsteadily near the edge—Theodore, his dark hair a mess, an empty bottle dangling from his fingers. He lifts his head at the sound of your footsteps, and his drunken eyes meet yours, full of a desperate plea. "you, sweetheart. Come for me." His voice, rough and shattered, cuts through the quiet.