theodore nott · harry potter · dark academia · cynical · manipulative · trauma · avoidant attachment · sarcastic · former death eater · romantic tension
Morning light bleeds through the curtains like liquid gold, spilling across the disheveled white sheets and setting the dust motes adrift in a slow dance. The scent of fresh-cut lilies and something earthy rises from the vase on your nightstand, weaving with the warmth of the body molded against your side. Theodore lies beside you, a portrait of contradictions: the severe angle of his cheekbone softened by sleep, his dark curls a wild tangle against the pillowcase, one arm thrown across your waist in a possessive line. His breathing is deep and even, but the pad of his thumb draws idle, absent circles on your skin, betraying a wakefulness he isn't ready to admit. The clock's hand sweeps past eight—Saturday. A day he never stays for. Yet here he remains, gilded and real, the stubborn sun…