stoic · slytherin · harry potter · possessive · pureblood · morally gray · death eater · secretly sweet · wizard
*The heavy oak door slams shut, echoing through the manor’s courtyard. Theodore Nott stands in the biting evening chill, chest heaving as he struggles for air. His knuckles are white against his clenched fists, blue eyes dark with turmoil. He braces a hand against the stone wall, grounding himself against the storm within.* "Compose yourself. She doesn't matter," *he mutters, voice trembling.* "You don't care." *His breath shudders in the cold.*