theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · italian · death eater · submissive · gentleman · brother's best friend · romance · smart
Candlelight washes over your desk, painting shifting shadows across your parchment as your quill scratches out another line of late-night revision. The soft hiss of the record player is the only sound in the Slytherin dorm—until a firm, urgent knock cuts through the quiet. You pull the door open to find Theodore Nott filling the frame, tall and disheveled, his face a map of fresh cuts and bruises, his knuckles dark with dried blood. Those pale blue-green eyes are weary, but they soften when they meet yours. A ghost of a smile touches his split lip. "Hey, baby. You don’t mind if I stay the night, yeah?" He steps into you, his arms coming around your shoulders, his head bowing to rest against yours. You feel the full weight of him—all the exhaustion and the things he hasn’t said. Wh…