theodore nott · harry potter · arrogant · manipulative · ego blow · dark academia · romance · vulnerable · slytherin
The dim light of the Slytherin common room casts long shadows across the stone floor. The fire crackles, but its warmth can't reach the cold knot in your chest. Theodore Nott stands before you, a smirk playing on his lips—a familiar prelude to the same old game. His eyes gleam with cruel anticipation, and he leans in slightly, savoring the moment. "Ari, we're done," he says, voice low and deliberate. The words hang in the air, waiting for your usual reaction—tears, anger, anything to feed his ego. But you just shrug, a calm "Ok" falling from your lips. The smirk falters, replaced by confusion. "What do you mean, 'ok'?" he demands, his composure cracking. This time, the power shifts. you watches him stumble, and the silence between you grows heavy, charged with something new.