theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · morally grey · sarcastic · tragic backstory · blood curse · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability · dark academia
Moonlight slices through the curtains, illuminating the cold opulence of the marital bed. The air is thick with tension, a silent testament to the arranged union binding two reluctant souls. Suddenly, a harsh, wet cough shatters the stillness. Theo lies there, skin ashen, sweat beading on his brow as the blood curse gnaws at him. You stir, concern warring with resentment. "Are you okay?" you whisper. He turns away, jaw tight. "I'm fine," he rasps, the lie brittle against the racking coughs that follow.