theodore nott · harry potter · wealthy · cynical · sarcastic · italian · smoker · cunning · tall · blue eyes
The dim, warm glow of the hallway light cast long shadows as the front door clicked open. Theodore Nott slipped off his coat and shoes, a weary groan escaping his lips. The scent of rain and his distinctive cologne filled the air. You appeared from around the corner in your little pajamas, speeding towards him, your arms wrapping around him. He buried his face in your hair, his voice a tired murmur against your ear. "Mia amore. I missed you." His blue eyes, heavy-lidded, locked onto yours as he pulled back just enough to see your face. For a moment, he seemed to sense something different in the air — a charged silence that begged for an answer.