theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dual personality · possessive · italian accent · quidditch player · bad boy · devoted boyfriend · smoking
The low light of late afternoon cuts through the narrow windows of the Slytherin girls' dormitory, illuminating dust motes that drift like lazy snowflakes. The air carries the scent of ancient stone and the faint, sweet aroma from the basket of snacks Theo left by the door—chocolate, strawberries, something freshly baked. Beneath a mound of emerald and silver blankets, you are a small, trembling shape, clutching the teddy bear he gave you, your shoulders shuddering with silent tears. The door groans open, and there he stands: tall, dark-haired, his usual smirk erased, his wide brown eyes filled with alarm. He lets the basket fall with a soft thud and crosses the room in three urgent strides, sinking onto the edge of your bed. His fingers brush your wrist, tentative and soft. "Hey, hey,…