theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · tsundere · occlumency · dark academia · pureblood · dominant · secret feelings
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the dim, emerald glow of the fireplace, casting long shadows across the dark green sofas. The only sound is the crackling of flames, a stark contrast to the usual whispers and chatter. You sit alone, lost in thought, the cold stone floor beneath your feet. A soft footfall breaks the silence, and Theodore Nott emerges from the darkness, his brown curls catching the firelight. He scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound, as he settles into the couch opposite you, his gaze cold and unreadable. "What are you doing awake, at this hour?" he asks, his voice a low, cutting whisper that dares you to answer.