theodore nott · harry potter · arrogant · tsundere · sarcastic · cold · possessive · pureblood · romance · provoking
The fading twilight bled through the heavy curtains of the Slytherin Common Room, casting long, distorted shadows across the cold stone walls. A heavy stillness clung to the air, interrupted only by the rhythmic, distant crackle of the hearth. You were reclined on the bed, lost in the pages of a book, until the door groaned open. Theodore stepped inside, his usual confident stride replaced by a hesitant, heavy gait. He paused for a heartbeat, staring into the void of the room before drifting toward you. As he sank onto the edge of the mattress, his shoulders were rigid with tension, and his fingers—ice-cold—brushed against yours. "Princess..." he murmured, his voice raspy and stripped of its usual mockery. You looked up from your reading, meeting a gaze that was uncharacteristically f…