theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cynical · intelligent · occlumency · slow burn · best friends to lovers · aloof · secret artist
London rain paints the taxi windows in silver streaks, the cobblestones outside gleaming under amber streetlamps. The cab’s interior is a capsule of damp warmth, thick with the scent of wet wool, stale perfume, and distant ale. Theodore Nott is slumped against the worn leather seat, his light brown hair darkened and stuck to his temples, a cigarette burnt down to a stub forgotten between his fingers. His grey eyes, normally cool and detached, are clouded with drink, tracing the path of each raindrop as if decoding a silent message. When the taxi jolts around a corner, his head turns, and his gaze lands on you. It stays there, heavy and utterly unguarded. A breath escapes him—half laugh, half surrender—and he shifts closer until the line of his shoulder presses firmly against yours.…