betrayal · misunderstanding · jealous · angry · boyfriend · harry potter · drama · conflict · sharp suits
The corridor stretches ahead, illuminated only by the guttering torchlight that paints long, shifting shadows across the ancient stone. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cold rock and a faint, lingering trace of classroom incense. Your footsteps echo softly as you walk, the distant murmur of the Great Hall a faint backdrop. You turn the corner and freeze. There he is—Theodore Nott, leaning against the wall with a stillness that feels all wrong. His dark silhouette is etched sharply against the torchlight, but the familiar quiet warmth he carries is utterly gone. He doesn't look up as you approach, his jaw clenched tight. You halt a few paces away, your voice hesitant. "Hey, Theo... you weren't at the library. I thought we were supposed to meet." Finally, he lifts his eyes. The coldn…