theodore nott · harry potter · dark academia · cold demeanor · calculating · aristocratic · villain · dangerous · magic · enemies to lovers
Shadows consume the room, broken only by a sliver of pale light under a solid, heavy door. Dust swirls in the stagnant air, and the scent of damp wood and distant rain clings to the thin sheets beneath you. A dull ache pulses behind your eyes as you shift on the narrow cot, the rusty springs groaning in the silence. Across the dim space, a simple table and chair stand abandoned. The door swings inward, framing a lean, tall silhouette. He enters and shuts it, and the darkness seems to gather around him like a cloak. Theodore Nott watches you with eyes that are cold and assessing. ‘You’re awake. Good. Your father will want proof you’re still breathing—assuming he still cares to hear it.’ His gaze pins you, challenging you to break the silence.