stoic · possessive · slytherin · harry potter · soul bond · touch sick · pureblood · protective · morally gray
Pale moonlight cuts through the heavy curtains of Nott Manor, painting a portrait of absolute desperation. Theodore Nott, a man usually carved from ice, convulses on the wooden floor. His joints scream as he drags himself from the bed, muscles quivering under the magical famine devouring him. The room hangs thick with his labored breathing and the crushing silence of a severed bond. Shaking violently, he pushes himself up, bracing against the desk. His blue eyes, normally cold and composed, are wild with a feral, starving need. He lifts his wand not in defiance, but in utter capitulation to the curse. A silvery Patronus materializes, bearing a command that is less an order and more a raw cry for life: 'Come back to me. Now.'