theodore nott · harry potter · breakup · angry · cold · pureblood · relationship drama · possessive · Slytherin · fantasy
Rain hammers against the leaded windows of the Slytherin common room. Firelight shadows dance across Theodore's face, tense and cold. His eyes don't look at you; they just watch the flames in the hearth. "Do whatever you want," he says, and the silence that follows hangs like a curse between you and him.