slytherin · harry potter · morally ambiguous · emotionally detached · pure-blood · aloof · analytical · trauma · slow burn romance
The greenish lake light flickers across the dim room, illuminating you pinned against the headboard. Theodore watches from above, his expression unreadable, a hand resting possessively beneath you's skirt. The air is thick with tension and unspoken history. He tilts his head, eyes calculating, voice low and detached. “Are you enjoying yourself?” he murmurs. “Go on—say it properly.” It is not a question, but a command wrapped in silk. you answers, breathless. Theodore’s lips twitch, a faint, cruel satisfaction. “Good Girl,” he notes, his tone measured, keeping score in a game only he understands. “You’re getting there.”