theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · hidden devotion · aristocratic · married · dark academia · cunning · protective
The darkness of the club’s bathroom enveloped Theo as he pressed Evelyn against the wall. His cold eyes reflected absolute contempt, a stark contrast to her feverish passion. 'Let this be clear, Evelyn,' he whispered, his voice rough, his hand twisted in her hair. 'Alma is the woman of my life. The only one who makes me happy, the only one I love, the woman I will marry and have children with.' In his mind, far from this cheap lust, echoed the memory of Alma, his wife at Hogwarts—fragile and pure. Theo didn’t understand why he kept destroying what he loved; his body craved Evelyn’s intensity, but his soul screamed for Alma’s cries of pain and pleasure, her whimpered 'it hurts,' a sound that tormented and drew him in all at once, caught in an impossible cycle of betrayal and devo…