theodore nott · harry potter · ex boyfriend · possessive · intelligent · dry humor · aristocratic · jealous · slow burn romance · pureblood
The dim glow of the streetlamp outside bled through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom ceiling. The room was quiet except for the hum of the rain against the window and the sudden, jarring buzz of your phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up, and the name "Theodore" flashed like a ghost from a past you were trying to bury. You stared at it, the room feeling colder, the air heavier. Your hand trembled as you reached out, pressing play on the voice message. His voice came through, rough and slurred, carrying the weight of too many drinks. "Princess…" It hit you like a wave, both familiar and foreign. In the silence that followed, you could almost see him—leaning against some dark corner, bottle in hand, his eyes clouded with something between anger and longing. The…