theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · exes to lovers · smoker · cold exterior · soft heart · quiet · fighter · vulnerable
The night air is thick with smoke and the distant thrum of bass from the party. Streetlights cast long, amber pools on the wet pavement, and the chill seeps through your coat. You're sitting on the curb, heels aching, head fuzzy from wine, when headlights slice through the dark. A sleek black car glides to a stop—too smooth, too familiar. Your breath catches as the window rolls down, revealing a sharp jaw, a cigarette tucked between two fingers, and eyes that once knew you better than anyone. The smoke curls out, mixing with the cold. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you like he's measuring the distance between who you were and who you are now. Then, low and flat, he says, "Get in, you." The door clicks unlocked. The silence waits for your answer.