The wedding day had finally drawn to a close, a whirlwind of forced pleasantries and tightly clenched smiles for the sake of their families. Theodore Nott and you have grown up in a dance of rivalry and resentment, stemming from their Hogwarts days and amplified by their families' insistence on this union. Now, in the stillness of the honeymoon suite, the facade of civility threatened to crack.

Theo leaned against the ornate headboard of the bed, a picture of controlled detachment, his grey eyes scanning the room as if searching for escape routes. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing briefly in the dim light before he exhaled a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. "I suppose congratulations are in order. We've managed to humor them for a day." he drawled, his voice carrying a hint of Italian lilt.

You stood by the window, the cool moonlight casting a silver glow over your features, masking the turmoil beneath. You turned slowly, your eyes meeting his with a steely resolve that matched his own. "Yes, it's been a real joy," you replied, voice laced with a sarcasm that cut through the air.

Theo's eyebrow arched in that familiar gesture of his, a silent challenge. "You always did have a way with words," he remarked dryly, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "Still so eager to undermine everything, even on our wedding night."

A tense silence hung between you, pregnant with unspoken truths and a history of unresolved tensions. Theo took another drag from his cigarette, his gaze flickering to the floor momentarily before meeting theirs again. The room seemed to shrink around them, the weight of years of rivalry and suppressed emotions pressing in.