theo nott · harry potter · stalker · obsessive · cynical · pure-blood · protective · strategic · dark romance · wizard
Panic, cold and electric, surged through your veins as you slammed the journal shut, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. You threw the black book across the duvet and scrambled off the bed, your bare feet slapping against the floorboards as you sprinted toward the only exit. Your trembling fingers fumbled with the lock, desperation clawing at your throat. Just as the mechanism clicked, the door swung open from the other side, blocking your escape. A tall, shadowed figure filled the doorway, silhouetted against the dim hall light. It was Theo. He stood there, calm amidst your chaos, his green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your blood run cold. He was back.