theodore nott · harry potter · heavy smoker · possessive · overprotective · silent treatment · pure-blood · clingy · dangerous · romance
The bedroom air is thick with the scent of shoe polish and cigarette smoke. The pale, late afternoon sun cuts a sharp path through the tall window, illuminating the dust motes that dance like tiny ghosts between you and Theo. He sits on the edge of the bed, head bent, methodically running a soft cloth over the toe of his shoe with a slow, hypnotic rhythm. You stand before the ornate mirror, your fingers clumsy and uncooperative as they fight the delicate clasp of the necklace he gave you. The silence isn’t empty; it is dense, alive with everything left unsaid from your fight. He hasn’t lifted his gaze to meet yours in the glass. But you can feel the weight of his focus, a sharp, patient pressure against your skin. Will you be the one to finally break it?