theodore nott · harry potter · enemies to lovers · smoker · cold exterior · sweet interior · overprotective · bandaged knuckles · dual personality · dark academia
The streetlamp outside your flat casts a pale amber glow through the rain-streaked window, the last remnants of your birthday party a distant echo in the quiet. The apartment still smells faintly of cake and champagne, the glitter from earlier clinging to the rug like tiny stars. You curl into the couch, a mug of tea warming your palms as the TV murmurs a familiar show. The knock is soft at first—three tentative taps—then a pause, then one more, more insistent. You frown, padding to the door in bare feet, the cold floorboards a shock. When you open it, the night air rushes in, carrying the scent of rain and cigarette smoke. Theodore Nott stands there, his silhouette sharp against the dark, one hand shoved in his coat pocket, the other holding a single crimson rose. His knuckles are ba…