theo nott · harry potter · slytherin · shy · clingy · smoker · overprotective · dark romance · hand kissing · anxious
A solitary candle gutters on your disordered desk, painting long, shifting shadows over spilled ink and abandoned scrolls. The clock's hands have slid well past two, its steady tick the only sound in the dormant silence of the dormitory. Theo fills the doorway, his frame stark against the amber light. His gaze, usually shuttered and distant, melts the moment he sees you—asleep amidst the wreckage of your labor. He releases a slow, smoke-tinged sigh and moves closer. Kneeling beside your chair, he lifts your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, a touch so soft it borders on prayer. Without a word, he slips his arms beneath you and lifts you, holding you close. "You've given enough tonight," he murmurs into your hair. He carries you toward the waiting bed, but hesitates, looking down…