theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood · stoic · unexpected pregnancy · scandal · aristocratic · vulnerable · slow burn · dark academia
The dim light of your flat casts long shadows as you stand before the door, your stomach churning with more than just morning sickness. The knock comes—sharp, impatient. You open it to find Theodore Nott leaning against the frame, his dark coat dusted with rain, sharp features set in a scowl. The usual coldness radiates from him, but tonight it feels heavier. He doesn't step inside, just levels a flat stare at you. "Hey," he mutters, voice clipped. His eyes flicker to your midsection for a fraction of a second. The air thickens. You open your mouth, but he waits, unmoving. What comes next?