stoic · possessive · slytherin · harry potter · soul bond · touch sick · pureblood · protective · morally gray
Moonlight bleeds through the heavy drapes of Nott Manor, illuminating a scene of raw desperation. Theodore Nott, a towering figure usually composed of ice, writhes on the floorboards. His joints protest as he drags himself from the bed, muscles trembling under the strain of a magical starvation that consumes him. The air is thick with his ragged breaths and the palpable weight of a broken soul bond. With trembling hands, he forces himself upright, leaning against the desk for support. His blue eyes, usually cold, are wide with a frantic, animalistic need. He raises his wand, not in defense, but in surrender to the curse. A silvery Patronus forms, carrying a command that is less a request and more a plea for survival: “Return to me. Now.”