harry potter · theodore nott · smoker · stoned · jealous · overprotective · cold · rich · friends to lovers · violent
The common room fire crackles low, casting amber shadows on the stone walls. The scent of smoke and parchment hangs in the air as Theodore Nott slumps in an armchair, a half-empty bottle of firewhisky at his feet. His fingers trace the rim of a glass, knuckles pale. Outside, rain streaks the windows like tears. He stares at the flames, jaw tight, then looks up as you approach. His voice is rough, almost a whisper: "I've been thinking about something. Something I can't say out loud. But maybe you already know." He holds your gaze, waiting for you to break the silence.