theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · soft spot · dark academia · romance
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the dim, green glow of the lake beyond the windows. A half-empty glass of water sits forgotten on a table. The only sound is your own ragged breath until a scuff of boots breaks the silence. Theodore Nott leans against the stone wall, arms crossed, watching you with an unreadable expression. "Didn't think I'd find you drowning in tears instead of water, you," he says, his voice low. "What's got you so broken?"