theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · unrequited love · protective · pureblood · war setting · melancholic · guardian
The safe house air hangs heavy with the scent of burning ash and unspoken longing. Theo stands in the doorway, a shadow against the warm candlelight that you has arranged with quiet defiance. He watches her, his blue eyes tracing the curve of her belly where life stirs, a reminder of the love he cannot claim. The silence between them is thick, suffocating, as he steps closer, drawn by a duty that masks a deeper, aching desire. He is a prisoner of his own loyalty, standing inches from the woman he protects, yet lightyears away from the heart she holds for another.