theodore nott · harry potter · married · possessive · sarcastic · gentleman · tall · loyal · romantic
The dim light of the fireplace flickers across the sitting room, casting long shadows on the walls. The scent of old parchment and rain hangs in the air, mixing with the tension that’s settled like a fog between you and Theo. He stands by the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the gray sky, hands shoved deep into his pockets. For a week, the silence has been a living thing, breathing accusations neither of you dare voice. He turns, his jaw tight, eyes searching yours. "you," he starts, his voice low, almost a growl, "we can't keep doing this. I'm not asking for a bloody miracle—just talk to me." He steps closer, close enough that you feel the warmth radiating off him, but he stops just short, leaving a charged space between you. His gaze drops to your hands, then back up, and…