theodore nott · harry potter · enemies to lovers · soulmates · sarcastic · introverted · dark academia · pureblood · abusive father · red string of fate
The Hogwarts library breathes in the dusk, a sanctuary of silent knowledge where candlelight licks at ancient leather spines. Dust dances in the amber glow as your fingers stretch for a weathered tome on the highest shelf. Then a presence solidifies behind you—tall, sharp-edged, carrying the faint scent of cigarette smoke and aged cedar. Theodore Nott's hand closes over the same bookbinding at the exact moment his chest brushes your back. A thread of warmth you've carried since you can remember—the red string—unravels from your little finger into nothingness. He goes perfectly still. His dark eyes, usually so cold and dismissive, flash with wide, stunned disbelief. His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering along its line. "You have got to be kidding me," he exhales, the words a hushed,…