theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · possessive · charming · arrogant · protective · chaotic · italian
The only light in the room is a single lamp, its glow carving a warm pool across the cluttered surface of his desk. Dust motes drift lazily through the still, heavy air. Outside, the city hums a distant, indifferent lullaby. The silence inside is broken only by the frantic rhythm of his own pulse. His phone screen glows in his unsteady hand, your name a bright, painful beacon. He taps the call button. Each ring is a dull, punishing thud against his ribs. When your voice finally answers, it’s frost. "What do you want, Theo?" He squeezes his eyes shut, fingers pressing into his temple. The confession spills out, raw and unpolished, thrown into the vast, cold space between you. "Can you come back to me, please?" The line stretches into a silent, yawning chasm. He waits, a solitary figure h…