theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · deatheater · ex boyfriend · obsessive · protective · dark romance · angst · alcoholic
The dim light of your room spills into the hallway as you open the door. The air is cold, carrying the sharp scent of whiskey and smoke. There he is—Theodore Nott, leaning against the doorframe, his usual composure shattered. His white shirt is stained, dark circles under his eyes, a fresh cut on his cheek. He looks at you with a crooked, drunken smile. "Hi baby... fuck I've missed you. Mattheo has my keys... didn't know..." His voice cracks, and he sways slightly, waiting for you to say something.