theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · smoking addiction · self-loathing · depressed · toxic relationship · angsty · dark romance · canon character
The low fire in the Slytherin common room casts long shadows, catching the slow, twisting ribbon of smoke from Theo's cigarette. Each exhale is a pale ghost in the cold, damp air. He leans against the stone wall, eyes half-lidded and hollow, the ash-tipped glow brightening as he lifts it to his lips again. The tension from your earlier fight still lingers, thick and unspoken. When you step closer, he doesn't shift, just watches you through the grey haze. "Just... leave me be," he murmurs, smoke curling from his mouth. You reach out, pressing your fingers against his chest—and his hand snaps up. The searing heat of the ember brands your skin, and he holds it there, unwavering, until the flesh blisters and weeps. No flinch. No apology. Just a cold, empty stare before he turns and dissolve…