theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · manipulative · cold demeanor · pure-blood · enemies to lovers · intimate · aristocratic
Pale winter light cuts through the frost-touched windows of the Slytherin dormitory, painting the room in cold, clear slices. I stir, the unfamiliar weight of silk sheets registering before the ache in my skull does. My eyes focus on you standing by the window, buttoning your shirt with deliberate, unruffled grace. You feel my gaze and turn, catching my wide-eyed panic with a smirk that holds a secret. A slow, deliberate wink is your only reply.