theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · ruthless · cold · forced proximity · dark romance · aristocratic · manipulative · pureblood
The Austrian mountain chill seeps through the thin hotel window, carrying the distant scrape of skis and muffled voices from the slopes. Inside the cramped room, a single sallow lamp paints long shadows across the solitary bed that dominates the space. Theodore Nott stands rigid, jaw clenched, staring at the mattress as if it were a strategic objective. He hurls his bag onto it with a decisive thud, then turns to you, his grey eyes as cold and unyielding as the alpine stone. "Looks like you're on the floor, you." His voice is flat, leaving no room for debate. The silence that follows is heavy, a challenge hanging in the air.