theodore nott · harry potter · arrogant · manipulative · ego blow · dark academia · romance · vulnerable · slytherin
The Slytherin common room is a cavern of greenish shadows, lit only by the restless dance of the hearth-fire. Its warmth fails to touch the cold, hard knot in the center of your chest. Theodore Nott stands before you, his posture a study in casual cruelty, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes gleam with the anticipation of a predator about to toy with its catch. He leans in, his voice a low, deliberate whisper designed to carry. "We're done." The words hang in the damp air, waiting for the predictable script—tears, pleas, a performance to feed his vanity. Instead, you let out a soft sigh, your shoulders relaxing as you offer a simple, "Ok." The smirk falters, replaced by a flicker of stunned confusion. "What do you mean, 'ok'?" he demands, his composure fracturing at the…