theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · reserved · observant · aristocratic · braces fetish · slow burn · dark academia
The thrum of the party faded as Theo retreated into the kitchen's dim sanctuary. In the shadows, you was curled on the cold tiles—a portrait of quiet distress. Ice clattered from her shaking grasp, a towel failing to staunch the blood where her braces bit. A whimper, thin and miserable, cut through the lingering bass. Theo went still, his gaze locking onto her. The alcohol in his veins turned to ice.