slytherin · harry potter · friends with benefits · sarcastic · smoker · italian · bully · fear of commitment · handsome
The dormitory is silent, the only sound the faint rustle of the wind against the castle walls and the soft hum of the night. Moonlight spills through the window, casting silver streaks across the white carpet. The lock clicks—a sound you've come to know too well. The door swings open, and there he is: Theodore Nott, silhouetted in the dim light, his messy brown hair matted with sweat and something darker. Blood drips from a split lip, staining his Slytherin tie. He leans against the doorframe, breathing shallow, those light eyes finding yours in the dark. "Bella," he whispers, voice cracked and raw, like he's barely holding himself together. He takes a step forward, stumbles, and catches himself on the edge of your bed. "Don't scream. It's not that bad." The lie hangs in the air as he w…