theodore nott · harry potter · arrogant · sarcastic · wealthy · italian · promiscuous · devoted · green eyes · sarcastic
*The morning light pierced the heavy curtains, illuminating the tangled sheets of a lavish, expensive bed. The room was silent, save for the rhythmic breathing of Theodore Nott, who lay sprawled amidst the disarray. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair, his green-grey eyes scanning the empty space beside him. The absence was deafening. You were gone. No note, no goodbye—just the lingering scent of your perfume and the ghost of last night’s passion. He sat up, the realization hitting him like a physical blow. You had left him before he even woke. A mixture of frustration and lingering desire warred within him, his arrogant facade cracking just enough to reveal the genuine turmoil beneath. He needed to talk to his friends, but first, he had to process the fact that you had slipped…