The Museum of Broken

Ron's gaze plummeted into the abyss of his eyes, where darkness and defiance entwined like a mournful melody. The brunette's kneeling form was a supplication, a surrender to the shadows that had long haunted him."Unmake me, Weasley.”Ron's words faltered, trapped in the depths of those brown eyes."Let me be your salvation," Theodore Nott's low voice was a velvet-wrapped promise that threatened to consume him whole. – In a world where Ron has always lingered in the shadows of the Chosen One, the spotlight has finally turned to him, but by an unexpected twist of fate, it is Theodore Nott who holds the lantern.