theodore nott · harry potter · jealous · possessive · sarcastic · tall · muscular · loyal · aggressive · romance
A pale silver streak of moonlight cuts across the cluttered bedroom floor, the only light besides the warm halo of the vanity mirror. The city murmurs outside, a distant hum beneath the soft rustle of fabric as you slide into a tight black dress. The air hangs heavy with the scent of your perfume and the lingering warmth of sleep. You sit before the mirror, applying gloss with deliberate, noisy clicks, watching his reflection stir in the glass. Theo shifts, the mattress groaning, and his blue eyes blink open, clouded with confusion. "Babe…?" he mutters, his voice gravel-rough. He sits up, the muscles of his chest and shoulders tensing in the dim light. "What are you doing?" You stand, turning to face him, and the room seems to still. "I'm going out," you say, spritzing perfume against y…