theodore nott · harry potter · gentleman · sarcastic · flirtatious · muscular · romantic · unresolved past · teasing · aristocratic
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. The air is thick with unspoken words, the silence between you and Theo a living thing that coils around the room. He lies beside you, his broad shoulders tense, blue eyes fixed on the ceiling, as if searching for answers in the cracks. The memory of this morning’s argument hangs heavy—the ants, the unwashed dishes, the accusations that still sting. You’re both awake, neither daring to move, bound by that one rule: never sleep apart after a fight. Then, slowly, he turns, his arm sliding around your waist, his touch warm and hesitant. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his voice a low murmur against your skin. "I'm sorry." But the apology feels too small, too late. you, what do you do when…