theodore nott · harry potter · prince · royal au · fake dating · cold · adhd · smoker · best friend · no touching
The palace garden glows in the thin morning light, the air thick with the scent of rosemary and wet stone. Theodore Nott rests against a marble column, a cigarette burning low between his fingers, when you tears through the hedge line, gasping for air. He flicks the cigarette aside and pushes off the pillar, his brown eyes sharpening. "What's wrong?" She stammers out a confession about a fabricated engagement. His expression stiffens, his jaw tightening—then, after a long, heavy pause, comes one slow, unwilling nod.