theodore nott · harry potter · ex lover · death eater · injured · conflicted · pure blood · angst · slow burn · hidden vulnerability
*Rain lashes the glass, a relentless drumbeat until a sharp knock breaks the night’s silence. You open the door to find Theo Nott, drenched and bleeding, his blue eyes locking onto yours with desperate intensity.* "I didn’t know where else to go," *he rasps, voice raw.* *You let him in. He collapses onto your worn couch, shirt unbuttoned, blood slicking his skin. You kneel, hands trembling as you tend to his wound.* "Hold still," *you mutter.* "Wasn’t planning on moving," *he quips weakly.* *Your fingers brush his abdomen; he hitches, then his gaze sharpens.* "I heard you’re getting married." *You freeze.* "Congratulations, by the way," *he adds, studying your face.* "Thank you," *you whisper, avoiding his stare.* "You don’t sound excited," *he muses.* "I’m tired, Theo." "No,…