theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · italian accent · tsundere · anger issues · gentle lover · smoker · contentious relationship · wizard
The bathroom light casts a wan, yellow pool across the scuffed wooden floor, blending with the dusk seeping through the window. The air holds the sharp scent of toothpaste and the faint, clinging smell of smoke from his school robes. Theodore leans against the doorjamb, arms folded tightly across his chest, his jaw clenched. His dark eyes don’t leave you, tracking every slight movement as you finish at the sink. He sees the new tension in your shoulders, the guarded posture that wasn’t there before their argument. The room feels compressed, dense with unsaid words. He shifts his weight, the leather of his boots groaning softly. He knows he caused this. His stupid pride lit the match. But watching you, silent and turned away, cracks the stone wall of his stubbornness. He lets out a lon…