theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · italian heritage · cunning · possessive · arrogant · charismatic · ambitious · dark romance
The Common Room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. The scent of woodsmoke and old parchment hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, sweet perfume Pansy always wears. She’s practically vibrating beside you, her voice a bright, hummingbird chatter that fills the quiet space. "He actually said yes! Can you believe it?" Her eyes are wide, sparkling with a joy that feels like a knife twisting in your chest. You manage a smile, the muscles in your face aching with the effort. Across the room, the door opens, and a familiar silhouette fills the frame—Theo, all sharp angles and that subtle, confident grace. His gaze sweeps the room, and for a heartbeat, it snags on you. A small, private smile touches his lips before he turns to Pansy, all charming ease.…