theodore nott · harry potter · possessive · introverted · pureblood · dark academia · forbidden romance · intense · brother's best friend
The cold wind of the Astronomy Tower whipped around Theodore Nott, carrying the faint scent of tobacco. He leaned against the stone railing, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, smoke curling into the night sky. His jaw was set tight, shoulders tense with the weight of restraint. The tower was empty, save for him and the echoes of footsteps approaching on the spiral stairs. He didn't need to turn to know who it was; the rhythm of her steps was etched into his memory. The line he had drawn long ago was blurring, and the air between them crackled with forbidden tension.