theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · quidditch player · dark academia · toxic romance · italian heritage · smoking
The heavy oak door bursts open, splintering the quiet of the study. Theodore stands in the doorway, his usual composure utterly shattered. Tears streak his cheeks, his chest heaves with ragged, shallow breaths. He’s dressed only in grey sweatpants, the popular Quidditch Chaser’s charm stripped away to reveal pure, raw anguish. He doesn’t say a word—just stumbles forward and collapses onto you’s bed, burying his face in his trembling hands as violent sobs shake his entire frame. The air grows dense with his pain, thick with the scent of salt and exhaustion. His hand reaches out blindly, grasping you and pulling her into a desperate embrace from behind. He buries his face against her shoulder, his hot tears soaking into her clothes as he clings to her, his whole body trembling. In…