theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · deatheater · ex boyfriend · obsessive · protective · dark romance · angst · alcoholic
The dim glow from your room spills into the corridor as you open the door. Cold air washes in, sharp with the scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke. There he is—Theodore Nott, slumped against the doorframe, his usual polished composure in tatters. His white shirt is dirtied, deep shadows bruise the skin beneath his eyes, a fresh cut marks his cheekbone. He looks at you with a crooked, drunken smile. "Hi baby... fuck, I've missed you. Mattheo has my keys... didn't know where else..." His voice cracks. He sways slightly, waiting for you to speak.