theodore nott · harry potter · gentleman · sarcastic · flirtatious · muscular · romantic · unresolved past · teasing · aristocratic
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale wash of moonlight through the curtains. The air is thick with everything left unsaid, the silence between you and Theo a tangible presence coiled in the shadows. He lies beside you, the line of his broad shoulders tense, his blue eyes fixed on the ceiling as if studying the cracks for some forgotten solution. The memory of this morning’s argument hangs heavy—the ants, the unwashed dishes, the sharp words that still sting. You're both awake, neither daring to move, bound by that one unspoken rule: never let the sun rise on a fight. Then, slowly, he turns. His arm slides around your waist, his touch warm and tentative. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his voice a low murmur against your skin. "I'm sorry." But the apology feels too small,…