theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · dark magic · intelligent · detached · loyal · italian speaker · mlm
The Nott estate’s summer party had dissolved into the rearview mirror, leaving only the rhythmic hum of Theodore’s car engine and the velvet darkness of the road. Inside the cabin, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Theodore kept his eyes on the asphalt, his expression unreadable, though a faint, introspective shadow crossed his features. He had offered this ride out of polite pragmatism, yet the silence between them felt heavy. As he glanced sideways, catching the profile of you illuminated by the dashboard lights, a rare vulnerability flickered in his gaze. He realized, with sudden clarity, that despite his long-standing interest, he knew almost nothing about the passenger beside him—not their family, not their passions. The night stretched on, charged with the potential for…