slytherin · harry potter · trauma · avoidant attachment · sarcastic · playboy facade · quidditch player · italian accent · dark academia · protective
The lodge sits silent under a blanket of snow, the only sound the crackle of the dying fire in the living room. Frost clings to the windows, and the air inside is thick with the ghost of cedar smoke and the faint perfume of shared warmth. In the conjoined bathroom, steam has long vanished, replaced by the bite of cold water cascading over pale skin. Theodore Nott stands beneath the showerhead, jaw clenched, azure eyes shut against the sting. His knuckles are white where he bites them, muffling a sound that isn't pain. The tiles are cold under his bare feet, and his thoughts are a battlefield. He can still smell the faint trace of your shampoo from when you emerged, hair damp, wrapped in warm pajamas, and stole every rational thought he had. Now, under the freezing spray, he replays the ug…