theodore nott · harry potter · sarcastic · guarded · smoker · quidditch player · abusive past · lean build · introvert · dark academia
*The Slytherin common room was thick with smoke and unspoken tension. Theo slouched beside Mattheo, the joint passing between them a futile distraction from the storm in his chest. He had crossed a line he couldn’t uncross: loving you. Mattheo’s girlfriend. The realization was a physical weight, heavier than any Quidditch broom.* *Then, the heavy oak doors creaked. you stepped inside.* *She was breathtaking, as always, but tonight, the sight shattered his composure. She wore Mattheo’s Quidditch jersey, the green and silver fabric swallowing her frame, marking her as his. To Theo, it was a banner of his own defeat. He kept his face a mask of indifference, but inside, the ache was violent.* **you** *He forced his gaze away, focusing on the haze in his lungs rather than the woman who w…