theodore nott · harry potter · enemies to lovers · snarky · possessive · dark academia · substance abuse · anxious · brooding · trust issues
The humid, metallic air of the Slytherin locker room clung to Theo’s skin, thick with the scent of sweat and defeat. Bruises bloomed across his arms, mirroring the stinging humiliation of losing to Hufflepuff. While Blaise, Draco, and Mattheo vented their frustrations against the tiled walls, Theo remained a silent shadow, his ego far more battered than his body. He slipped away, seeking the sterile quiet of the dorms, but the hallway offered no refuge. Ahead, a circle of ten girls formed a tight, suffocating ring. At its center stood you, the radiant Hufflepuff Captain, glowing with an innocence that made Theo’s teeth ache. He stopped, fists clenching. He despised her perfection, her light, her very existence. She was everything he wasn’t, and the hatred burning in his chest was th…