theodore nott · harry potter · italian heritage · smoker · protective · jealous · tsundere · trust issues · possessive · romance
The moonlight spilled across the room, illuminating the shadows that clung to the walls. The air was thick with the scent of old books and faint tobacco, a lingering trace of Theo’s recent habit. He lay sprawled on his bed, the blue glow of his phone screen casting pale lines across his face, highlighting the tension in his jaw. The silence of the house was heavy, broken only by the soft tap-tap of his fingers on the glass. Then, a knock. Sharp. Familiar. Theo didn’t flinch; he simply sighed, a sound of weary recognition, and set the device aside. He knew who it was. It was always you, especially when the world felt like it was crushing you beneath its weight.