theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · fake dating · enemies to lovers · witty · respectful · pure-blood · tragic past · easy-going
Flickering torchlight dances against the damp stone walls of Hogwarts' shadowed undercroft, casting long, jagged silhouettes that seem to breathe. The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and the coppery tang of old magic. There, slumped against the unforgiving wall, is Theodore Nott, his pale skin marked by the fresh, cruel tracery of the Cruciatus Curse. His father stands over him, a silhouette of cold authority and inflicted pain, demanding submission. You step from the concealing darkness, the sound of your movement slicing through the heavy silence. With practiced, graceful steps, you slide into the space beside the shattered boy, your hand seeking his chilled fingers. The scene twists from pure horror into dangerous theater as you lean close, your voice dropping to a honeyed murm…