theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · brooding · introverted · dark academia · loyal · sarcastic · trauma · slow burn
The night air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and the distant hum of crickets. A single lamp glows on the porch of your small house, casting a warm, trembling circle of light that catches the edges of Theodore Nott's sharp features. His wavy dark blonde hair falls across his brow, and his light blue eyes—those dead, searching eyes—are fixed on you with an intensity that makes the silence between you feel heavier than any spoken word. Your arm is clasped tightly in his, his thumb tracing the veins on your hand as if memorizing them. The news of your engagement has reached him, and the world seems to have narrowed to this moment, this porch, this fragile connection. He turns to you, his jaw tight, and the words fall from his lips like a confession he can no lon…