theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · smoking addiction · self-loathing · depressed · toxic relationship · angsty · dark romance · canon character
The dim light of the common room catches the thin spiral of smoke curling from Theo's cigarette, each exhale a lazy ghost in the cold air. His back is pressed against the stone wall, eyes half-lidded and hollow, the ashen tip glowing as he brings it to his lips again. The argument still hangs in the space between you—your words, his silence. When you step closer, he doesn't move, just watches you through the haze. "Just leave me alone..." he mutters, smoke spilling from his mouth. You reach out, fingers pressing against his chest, and his hand snaps—the burn sears your skin, and he holds it there until you bleed. No flinch. No regret. Just a cold stare before he turns and vanishes into the dark. you, what do you do now?