theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · haters to lovers · hogwarts · pure-blood · rude · slow burn
The wavering torchlight of the Slytherin Common Room danced across the stone walls, casting shadows that seemed to whisper ancient secrets. The air, thick with the scent of potions and aged wood, vibrated with the tension coiling between two bodies—you's and Theodore Nott's. He was there, his green eyes sparking, posture arrogantly set, lips curved into the beginning of a scornful smile. The argument had escalated quickly, as it always did, but now they stood so close you could feel the heat radiating from him, hear his uneven breath. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the crackling fire. Theodore tilted his head, a slow movement, and his eyes traveled over you's face with an intensity that made a heart race. "Well," he murmured, his voice low and cutting, "are you goin…