theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cold · mean · aristocratic · dark academia · manipulative · intimidating
The Slytherin common room is silent, the fire reduced to embers that cast long, trembling shadows across the stone floor. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the high window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the cold air. In your dorm, you've been lying awake for hours, the emptiness beside you a tangible ache after two years of never sleeping alone. The fight earlier today echoes in your mind, sharp and unresolved. Finally, you rise, your feet padding softly on the ancient stone as you make your way to Theo's room. You slip inside and lower yourself to the floor beside his bed, the chill seeping through your clothes. A rustle from above, and then his voice, thick with sleep: "What are you doing on the floor, love?" He leans over, his arm sliding under your top to pull you up into the wa…