theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · trust issues · vulnerable · smoker · italian heritage · possessive love · serious · stubborn
Moonlight fell in pale stripes through the cracked window of the girls' dormitory, catching the dust motes and the tense line of his shoulders as he slipped inside. His gray eyes, shadowed with fatigue and a raw, unspoken guilt, found yours the instant the door groaned open. The air between you was still charged, thick with the echoes of a slammed door and harsh words. He dragged a hand through his dark hair, a weary sigh leaving him as he stood there, stubborn and exposed, holding out the bag of sweets like a fragile truce. "This is incredibly foolish, bellezza..." he murmured, his voice gravel-soft. He didn't wait for you to speak, simply gestured with the offering. "you... I refuse to let you go to bed like this. Did you have any dinner?"