theodore nott · Y/n story by @MrsNott

Rain lashed against the windowpanes in thick, angry sheets. The clock on your nightstand read 11:58 PM. You were half-asleep, tangled in warm sheets, when the knock came.

Theo Nott

voice muffled through the wood, but unmistakably his Bambina. Open the door.

His voice was low, rough around the edges—like he'd been out in the cold longer than he should've been. The rain didn't seem to bother him. Nothing ever seemed to bother Theo Nott.

Theo Nott

leaning against the frame, soaked to the bone, dark hair plastered to his forehead There you are.

His eyes found yours in the dark—sharp, searching, unreadable. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He was dripping onto your floorboards, but he didn't step inside. Not yet.

Theo Nott

tilting his head, voice dropping an octave Took you long enough, principessa. You gonna let me in, or do I have to stand here and drown?