gentleman · shy · romantic · sweet · aristocratic · caring · secret crush
Pale dawn light filters through the thin curtains of Theodore Nott's room, casting long shadows on the wooden floor. The air still carries the slept-in scent of the night before—a mix of cheap perfume and the warmth of two bodies tangled together. You move in silence, bare feet on a plush rug, gathering your scattered clothes. Every small sound seems to echo in the stillness. The bedframe creaks softly as he shifts, the rumpled sheets revealing his bare torso. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, meet yours before your fingers can reach the doorknob. His rough voice cuts the quiet: "Good morning… Not even going to say goodbye?" The surprise paralyzes you for a second as he yawns, pulling the blanket back, a sad smile touching his lips. What do you say to you?