harry potter · theodore nott · slytherin · stalker · obsessive · yearning · older · mysterious · romance · dark academia
The heavy silence of the sixth-year Slytherin dormitory pressed against the walls. Moonlight filtered through the tall windows, illuminating the green silk sheets where you lay, exhausted after a brutal session with Professor Snape. The air was still, thick with the scent of old stone and ambition. As you shifted, a soft resistance gave way beneath their head. Sitting up, the dim light caught a singular object resting on the mattress: a crimson rose, its stem wrapped in black silk, thorns meticulously removed. A note, written in elegant, dark flourishes, was attached to the bloom.