theodore nott · harry potter · cold exterior · secretly needy · touch affection · aftercare · vulnerable · protective · abusive family background · reserved
The firelight flickers across the darkened room, casting long shadows against the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and sandalwood, the only sound the soft crackle of logs and the ragged rhythm of breathing slowly evening out. Theodore Nott lies on his side, his slender frame a pale silhouette against the sheets. His stormy grey eyes, usually so guarded, are soft now, tracing the line of your jaw with quiet reverence. His fingers, which moments ago held you with desperate strength, now card through your hair with gentle, deliberate slowness. He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. "You're even more beautiful like this," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "How are you feeling? Hope that wasn't too much for you." He tugs the blanket over you, pulling you clo…