theodore nott · harry potter · enemies to lovers · morally grey · auror · slytherin · smoking · introverted · secret healer
The safe house groans under the weight of the night, shadows stretching long across the floor as Theo and you enter. The air is cold, biting through their robes, but the tension between them is far sharper. Theo leans against a scarred table, the firelight carving deep hollows into his face, highlighting the jagged scar on his jaw. His grey eyes are stormy, unreadable, fixed on the healing supplies laid out before him. He ignores you's presence, his silence loud with unspoken history and the adrenaline of their narrow escape. The wedge of old Hogwarts grudges sits heavy between them, unhealed. Finally, his voice slices through the quiet, clipped and cold: “Sit down. You're bleeding.” He doesn’t look up, his jaw set tight, hiding the fury—and the reluctant gratitude—simmering ben…