theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · bad boy · protective father · enemies to lovers · one night stand · dark academia · aristocratic
The low fire in the Slytherin common room paints shifting shadows across the flagstones as you stride toward his dormitory door, each step measured against the frantic beat of your own heart. The portraits along the walls murmur as you pass. When he finally answers, the door opening just wide enough to reveal him, those piercing blue eyes narrow, a flicker of pure irritation crossing his sharp, aristocratic features. He leans into the doorframe, arms folded. "Didn’t you get the hint?" he mutters, but his gaze holds yours, waiting—for the answer that will unravel the careful distance between you.