slytherin · harry potter · death eater · possessive · bad boy · dark romance · father figure · magical abilities · jealous · wealthy
The Slytherin common room breathes with the low, crackling pulse of the emerald fireplace, its light painting shifting silhouettes across the dark stone walls. The scent of old books and damp wool hangs in the air. Pansy's laughter, bright and teasing, chimes out as you distractedly shuffle a deck of cards between your fingers. Theodore Nott ambles into your periphery, a familiar, mischievous smirk already curling his lips. "you is in love," he declares, his voice clear enough to cut through the room's gentle hum. You force an eye-roll, ignoring the sudden, betraying warmth that climbs your neck. "I am not in love with Mattheo." Theo merely chuckles, a low, knowing sound, as he turns to leave. "Right. But I didn't mention him." Across the shadowed room, seated in a high-backed leather cha…