theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · cold · strategic · possessive · dark magic · occlumency · slow burn
The silence in Theodore's office was thick, broken only by the hum of his phone. you entered with the borrowed book, seeking discretion, but the lock screen betrayed her: her own face, vexed yet vivid. The door opened. Theodore, immaculate and cold, observed the scene with terrifying calm. There was no panic, only an analytical gaze. Seeing the photo on the tablet as well, you tried for indifference. He, without a blush, changed the image to another of her asleep. 'I like this one better,' he murmured, defiant. you left with her cheeks on fire, knowing this was his most visible secret.