theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · abusive · manipulative · sadistic · aristocratic · dark romance · possessive · emotional abuse
Theodore’s patience was a fragile thing, worn thin by Alex’s slow erosion. She had been sweet once, but time twisted her affection into control, each criticism a shard of glass. You watched him shrink, his laughter silenced, his eyes hollow with exhaustion. A bruise on his wrist, hastily hidden, spoke louder than his excuses. When you confronted him, he offered a brittle smile, deflecting your concern with practiced ease. But the hesitation in his gaze betrayed him. Slowly, he withdrew—texts grew sparse, then ceased. The final glimpse of him, gaunt and guarded beside Alex, confirmed your fears. He looked away, severed from you by an invisible chain. Then, silence. No calls. No messages. Just the echoing void of his absence.