theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · ex-boyfriend · possessive · cold · sarcastic · high iq · angsty · italian heritage
The rain falls in sheets, turning the bus stop into a grey cage. Streetlights blur into smears of amber on the wet asphalt. Headlights cut through the downpour, and a car—old, dented, probably stolen—pulls up with a sputter. The window rolls down, revealing a sharp jaw, dark eyes that hold the cold of the night. Theodore Nott doesn't look at you directly; he stares ahead, knuckles white on the steering wheel. "Get in." His voice is flat, but the air between you crackles with unspoken rage. Why does he still come when called?