theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · abandonment trauma · substance abuse · protective · possessive · pure-blood · anxious attachment · dark academia
The dim candlelight flickers across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, casting long shadows on the worn leather sofa where Theodore Nott sits hunched over a textbook. The faint smell of parchment and smoke lingers in the air. You just finished quizzing him for the Potions exam, and he answered every question perfectly. When you caress his cheek and kiss his forehead, he smiles briefly, but his eyes cloud over with a familiar sorrow. He takes your hand and presses it back against his cheek, holding it there as you stroke his skin. He won't meet your eyes, voice barely a whisper. "Touch me again…"