theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · charismatic · possessive · protective · arrogant · intelligent · chaotic
The common room fire crackles low and orange, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls of your dormitory. Your bag hits the floor with a dull thud, its contents spilling like secrets across the worn rug. Theodore Nott leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his sharp features softened by the flickering light. His dark eyes trace your silhouette with quiet concern. "Cara mia..." *His voice is low, a velvet rasp that cuts through the tension. He crosses the room in two strides, pulling you into his chest, his thumb tilting your chin up.* "Use your words." *A pause hangs heavy in the air. Your nostrils flare, your eyes rolling, but he holds your gaze. He waits. The silence stretches like a wire.* "I'm here now," *he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin.* "We'll fix it together…