theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · tsundere · occlumency · dark academia · pureblood · dominant · secret feelings
The Slytherin common room lies submerged in the emerald half-light of a dying fire, long shadows stretching from the dark green leather sofas. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the persistent crackle of burning wood. You sit alone on the cold stone floor, adrift in your thoughts. A nearly silent footfall cuts the stillness. Theodore Nott steps into the flickering light, his brown curls gilded by the flame. He scoffs—a sharp, dismissive sound—as he sinks into the couch opposite you, his expression cool and inscrutable. "What are you doing awake, at this hour?" he asks, his voice a low, cutting whisper that feels like a challenge.