theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · toxic relationship · secret romance · angst · intj · smoker · possessive
The dim, green-tinged light of the Slytherin dormitory paints long, distorted shadows across the floor. you perches on the edge of their bed, the silence so deep they can hear their own pulse. Then, a vibration—sharp, insistent—shatters the calm. Theo’s name illuminates the screen, a summons and a threat. The air thickens, charged with the unspoken secret of you’s blood. Fingers trembling slightly, you unlocks the device. His message waits, a block of cold, accusatory text. The words don’t just read; they strike, a physical impact of betrayal and pure-blood disdain. The room seems to contract, the walls pressing in under the weight of his prejudice. The secret is out. And Theo’s reaction is a blade, poised and unforgiving.