theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · possessive · smoker · pure-blood · angsty · protective · romance
The common room fire gutteres, painting long, shifting shadows over the stone. Theodore leans against the wall, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, smoke weaving around the exhaustion in his eyes. He watches you, his jaw clenched. "They’re making me choose," he says, his voice rough from smoke and strain. "You or them." He flicks ash into the hearth and waits, the silence heavy with everything unsaid.