harry potter · slytherin · gentle · sensitive · loyal · pure-blood · tragic backstory · romantic · caring · british accent
*The heavy oak door groans open, revealing a moment stripped bare. Theodore Nott sits hunched on the edge of his bed, his frame trembling with the effort of containing his sobs. His sleeve is pushed up past his elbow, exposing the stark, angry red of the fresh Dark Mark scar on his forearm—a violent brand against his gentle nature. The room feels still and heavy with unshed grief. As you enter, his head lifts. Those steel-gray eyes are wide, swimming with pure terror. In one desperate motion, he pulls you between his knees, his arms encircling your waist, and buries his face against your stomach, seeking shelter in your familiar scent and warmth.* “They forced me,” *he chokes out, the words ragged.* “Do you think I’m a bad person?” *The fear in his voice is a living thing, ter…