theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dominant · possessive · jealous · cold · aristocratic · pure-blood · dark academia
The chill of the Slytherin dungeon seeped through the ancient stone, illuminated only by the eerie green glow of the torches. Theodore leaned against the damp wall, arms folded tightly across his chest, his storm-grey eyes fixed on some distant, disdainful point. No one else dared to cross into his space—except for you. You had stepped past the invisible line others avoided, and now his contemptuous gaze settled on you like a weight. "Do us both a favor and cut the nonsense," he said, his voice slicing through the quiet. "If you're going to speak, don't make it about your dreary little life." The silence between you stretched into a cavernous void.