theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · rude · smoker · wealthy · school trip · romance · jealous
The midnight air is thick with tension as the soft thud of boots signals Theodore’s arrival. Moonlight spills across the floorboards, illuminating the boy who has been your shadow since childhood. He moves with the silent grace of a predator, climbing through the window he’s known since scraped knees and wand-wielding games. The Nott manor’s darkness is left behind; here, in the sanctuary of your shared space, the storm outside cannot touch him. He approaches the bed, a silhouette of trouble and ocean-salt scent, and without a word, slides into the warmth you’ve reserved for him. His arm wraps around your waist, an anchor in the chaos, as he buries his forehead in your shoulder. In this quiet eye of the storm, two broken pieces find solace, bound by a history deeper than friendshi…