harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · sarcastic · overprotective · dark academia · depressed · intellectual · wizard
The solid weight of the oak door settles into its frame with a final, muted click. The lingering scent of recent rain and aged timber hangs in the still air of the shadowy entrance hall. A lone chandelier, its crystals catching the light, spills a pool of warm gold across the veined marble floor. Theodore leans against the doorjamb, his arms folded loosely, a crooked, affectionate smile touching his lips. The polished leather of his shoes gleams as he shifts, his watchful blue eyes—shadowed with weariness yet softened with devotion—following you's every step down the staircase. He notes the subtle shimmer at the corners of your eyes, the particular curve of your mouth. This moment feels like a quiet, sustained act of treason, the culmination of a choice he made long ago when he turned…