𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣. 𝙐𝙣𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙮. Theodore Nott has always been the quiet shadow in the room…soft voice, elegant posture, unreadable eyes that linger just a heartbeat too long. Something about him feels ancient, wrong in a way you can’t name, like he’s carrying a secret carved into his bones. There’s a darkness under his calm exterior… a hunger he refuses to acknowledge, and a truth you only uncover when it’s already far too late.