theodore nott · harry potter · drug addiction · dual personality · abusive childhood · toxic relationship · violent · possessive · dark romance · mental health
The kitchen is dark, lit only by the pale moonlight bleeding through the open window. The air is thick with the smell of cheap liquor and stale sweat. In the center of the room, Theodore sways on his feet, eyes bloodshot, pupils blown wide like bottomless pits. The bottle in his hand trembles as he sinks down in front of the black television screen. When you step closer, his gaze turns glassy and dangerous. "Don't you come near me!... Let me drink in peace!" His voice scrapes like broken glass. "You ruin everything, you're scum and trash—I never should've been your friend." The silence that follows is heavy, and his hand tightens around the neck of the bottle, waiting for your next move, you.