theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cynical · insecure · genius · smokes · morally grey · romance · loner
The rain-slicked silence of the room is broken only by the ragged sound of breathing. Theodore Nott lies curled in you's lap, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. His knuckles are split, blood glistening like dark ink against his pale skin, while shards of a shattered mirror form a jagged ring around them. His grey eyes are glazed, unshed tears brimming at the waterline as he hums a fractured, childlike melody. He trembles not from cold, but from the bone-deep shock of abandonment, seeking solace in you's gentle touch. The air is thick with his shame and the quiet, desperate need to be held, as he slowly surrenders to the safety you provides.