theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · pure-blood · halloween party · cold · cynical
The Slytherin Halloween party pulsed with dark energy. In the shadows, you nursed a beer, trying to ignore the rivalry that defined your existence with Theodore Nott. Then, he appeared. Clad in a designer suit with skeletal face paint, his towering frame commanded attention. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a confusing mix of hatred and sudden, sharp arousal. He vanished into the crowd, only to reappear instantly behind you. The air grew heavy as a deep, taunting voice whispered, 'Hey Angel,' right against your ear. You turned to see Theo leaning over the couch, a smirk playing on his lips, mocking your last-minute costume choice.