theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood · italian heritage · shy · protective · fear of abandonment · dry wit · established relationship
*Dust motes drift through a single blade of sunlight piercing the gloom of the heavy drapes. The room is lavish but impersonal, every surface polished and cold. In the vast bed, a stranger lies asleep, his breathing a soft, regular sound. The camera lingers on a trembling hand as it stretches across rumpled silk to a phone on the marble nightstand. The screen ignites, washing the face in a pale, anxious glow. A single notification sits there, its sender’s name enough to twist the stomach into a knot. The air is thick with the sour taste of regret and the crushing weight of the unknown.*