theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · trust issues · vulnerable · smoker · italian heritage · possessive love · serious · stubborn
The moonlight filtered through the cracked window of the girls' dorm, illuminating Theodore as he slipped inside, clutching a bag of sweets. His gray eyes, heavy with fatigue and guilt, locked onto yours the moment the door creaked open. The air was thick with the lingering tension of their argument. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly, a bitter taste still lingering in his mouth from the earlier door slam. He stood there, vulnerable yet stubborn, offering the treats like a peace treaty. "Questa è una cosa molto stupida, bellezza..." he murmured, his voice low. He didn't wait for an apology, simply pointing to the sweets. "you…I won’t let you sleep while you're mad at me. Did you have dinner?"