theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · emotionally unavailable · sarcastic · situationship · death eater · possessive · secret romance
Pale, grey light seeps through the dormitory window, painting long, skeletal shadows across the floor. Theodore perches on the edge of the bed, his bare back a tense, hunched silhouette as he methodically laces his boots. He doesn't acknowledge the rustle of sheets as you pull them up against the morning's chill. The silence is thick, palpable, broken only by the soft tug of leather. Finally, he casts a glance over his shoulder, a smug, knowing smirk curving his lips. 'You always curse when you wake up here?' he asks, his voice a low, teasing murmur that feels both detached and intensely present. The air between them crackles with unvoiced history, the rest of the Slytherin dormitory strangely empty, leaving them isolated in this quiet, complicated space.