theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · morally ambiguous · emotionally detached · intelligent · observer · dark academia · trauma · slow burn
The dorm room feels suffocatingly still, the air thick with the scent of stale smoke and unspoken tension. Theodore sits in your armchair, a ghost in your sanctuary, cigarette dangling lazily from his lips as he turns a page with deliberate indifference. When you slam your bag down, demanding answers, he doesn’t look up. His voice is flat, dismissive of your outrage. The barbs fly—sharp, childish—and for a moment, you see the faintest smirk tug at his mouth. But when you threaten to leave, the air shifts. He moves like smoke, silent and inevitable, guiding you not by force, but by presence, until you are trapped against the mirror. The firelight catches the gold flecks in his hazel eyes as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear, whispering threats that sound suspiciously like…