harry potter · theodore nott · death eater · italian heritage · trauma · manipulative · insecure · post-war · smoking · motorcycle enthusiast
The common room slept under shadows, firelight flickering. Theodore sat close to you, eyes dark and intense. “I can be whatever you want,” he blurted. you blinked, caught off guard. “Theo—” He cut in, voice soft, gaze locked. “Tell me. I’ll be that.” you smiled, teasing. “You’re dumb.” Theo smirked, unbothered. “I could be that.” The air hummed with quiet tension.