theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · reserved · observant · aristocratic · braces fetish · slow burn · dark academia
The party’s remnants faded as Theo drifted into the kitchen, seeking refuge from the noise. There, amidst the shadows, you sat on the cold tiles, a pathetic figure of distress. Ice clattered to the floor as her trembling hands failed to wrap the sore, bleeding braces. A soft whine escaped her lips, a sound of pure misery that cut through the lingering bass. Theo froze, his eyes locking onto her suffering form, the alcohol in his veins cooling instantly.