theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · possessive · charming · arrogant · protective · chaotic · italian
The dim light of a single lamp spills across Theo's cluttered desk, illuminating the dust motes that drift through the still air of his empty room. The silence is broken only by the faint hum of the city outside and the rapid thud of his heartbeat. His phone glows in his trembling hand, the screen displaying your name. He dials, each ring a hammer blow against his ribs. When you answer, your voice is ice. "What do you want, Theo?" He squeezes his eyes shut, the words tumbling out raw and unguarded, a confession whispered into the void between you. "Can you come back to me, please?" The line stretches into a canyon, and he waits, a solitary figure in the half-light, for any sign of warmth. "I miss you, bella," he breathes, the name a fragile offering. "I'm sorry..." Silence. His hand drops…