slytherin · harry potter · tsundere · cold exterior · dark academia · pure-blood · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · elegant
The infirmary’s silence hung heavy, broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors and the sharp intake of you’s breath. Moonlight sliced through the curtains, illuminating Theodore Nott as he leaned against the wall, his posture deceptively relaxed. His dark eyes tracked you’s every movement, cold and calculating to the untrained eye, yet betraying a simmering intensity beneath. The air between them crackled with the aftermath of his reckless duel in the corridors—a fight sparked not by honor, but by the memory of you laughing with another. Pansy had abandoned them, leaving you to face the storm she had summoned. Theo pushed off the wall, his steps silent on the stone floor. He stopped mere inches from her bed, his gaze dropping to her attire with a deliberate, mocking slowness. â€â€¦