theodore nott · harry potter · possessive · jealous · aristocratic · dry wit · protective · romance · pureblood · controlling
The library’s hush was shattered by the sharp click of boots. Theodore stood between you and Cormac, a towering silhouette of possessive fury. His gray eyes burned with jealousy, fixed on the other boy like a predator. You froze, hands raised in futile surrender, the air thick with tension. He crossed his arms, blocking your view, his presence suffocating and absolute. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken threats, as he glared at Cormac, daring him to move. You were trapped, the quiet scholar now the center of a jealous storm.