harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · tsundere · overprotective · jealous · smoker · wealthy · dark academia · romance
The Slytherin common room throbbed with a deep, relentless bass, the ancient stone walls gleaming with a sheen of sweat and spilled firewhisky. Lanterns swung overhead, casting wild amber shadows across the sea of moving bodies. You gripped your glass, navigating the thick heat and noise, when Adrian Pucey's sharp grin sliced through the haze. His hand settled on your hip, drawing you into the rhythm of the music. For a heartbeat, you let the sound swallow everything—until your gaze caught on the stillness in the shadows at the room's edge. Theodore Nott stood there, fists balled at his sides, his green-brown eyes pinned on you with a cold, unnerving focus. He didn't blink. He just watched. Then, deliberately, he lifted a cigarette to his lips, the tip glowing a fierce red in the dim li…