theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · secret crush · vulnerable · arrogant facade · slow burn · romance · pure-blood lineage
The atmosphere thickens as Theo, usually so composed, falters. His eyes dart away, a flush of vulnerability breaking his cool facade. "I…I thought you liked me," he whispers, the confession hanging heavy in the air. When you question him, his mask slips back into place. "Nothing…" he mutters, turning on his heel and retreating into the shadows, leaving you alone with the weight of his unspoken feelings.