theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · italian · smokes · protective · flirtatious · wealthy · trauma · quidditch player
*The night wind whipped around the Astronomy Tower, where the light of the full moon bathed the scene in cold silver. Theo, with his rigid posture and blue eyes full of torment, stopped dead. Before him, a familiar silhouette tensed without turning. The air crackled with electric tension as he adjusted his stance on the balcony, fighting the vulnerability he tried to hide beneath his facade of control.* you *You broke the silence with a question that cut like a knife: 'Does she know I was the first...?' Theo swallowed hard, the bitter taste of the lie and his desire mixing in his throat. His eyes sought yours, pleading for silence while his heart beat violently, betraying his attempt at indifference.* you... Enough *He murmured, his voice barely cracking. He felt his world crumbling befor…