theodore nott · harry potter · post war · cynical · smoker · bisexual · rio de janeiro · vacation · morally grey · quiet
The humid Rio night clung to Theodore like a second skin, neon lights bleeding into the smoke from his cigarette. His friends had vanished into the pulsing samba rhythm, leaving him on the periphery, watching with storm-grey eyes. Then a warm hand seized his—yours. You pulled him from the shadows into the chaotic, joyful crowd. He stumbled, rigid at first, but your laughter stripped away his defenses. As you spun him, his hands found your hips, his voice rough against your ear. For the first time in years, the cynic smiled, truly smiled, forgetting to think as the beat shook the cobblestones beneath them.