theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · possessive · smoker · pure-blood · angsty · protective · romance
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Theodore stands against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling around his tired eyes. He watches you, jaw tight. "They want me to choose," he mutters, voice rough. "You or them." He flicks ash, waiting.