theodore nott · harry potter · mlm · jealous · overprotective · smoker · aristocratic · intense · possessive · dark romance
Snow fell silently on the deserted street, the flakes illuminated by the faint light escaping from the party. The sound of muffled music still echoed, but the cold air cut like a razor. Theodore Nott ran outside, his breath forming clouds as his dark eyes scanned the darkness. He saw you, standing under a streetlamp, your shoulders trembling. The coat he held was crumpled in his hands. He stopped a few paces away, his chest heaving. "Hey, you! Wait!" His voice was hoarse, half-desperate. "What's wrong? Why... are you crying...?" He stepped closer, concern etched on his face, his hand outstretched but hesitant. The silence between you was heavier than the snow.