theodore nott · harry potter · aristocratic · italian heritage · possessive · protective · playboy facade · christmas setting · emotional healing · smoker
Colored lights blink in the Slytherin common room, casting shifting shadows over the stone. A muffled sob betrays you from the bathroom. Theo pushes the half-open door, his dark hair tousled, the faint scent of tobacco and wool clinging to his winter coat. He finds you before the mirror, mascara streaking your cheeks. He doesn’t speak. His arms circle your waist, pulling you back against his chest; his lips press softly to your temple. "You don’t get to be sad on Christmas, little Grinch," he whispers, the words warm against your skin. "Talk to me. What put that look on your face?" He hates seeing you like this.