theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · jealous · possessive · tall · bisexual · angsty · magic
The late afternoon sun bled through the grime-streaked windows of the Quidditch changing rooms, casting elongated, distorted shadows across the damp stone. The air was a heavy cocktail of crushed grass, salt, and the metallic tang of ozone following a brutal match. In the distance, the roar of the crowd had faded into a ghostly echo, replaced by the rhythmic, hollow drip of water from the showers. The silence left in the wake of the team's departure felt oppressive, turning your boredom into a tightening knot of anticipation. With a hesitant breath, you pushed the heavy door open. The rush of water stopped instantly. Footsteps—deliberate, wet, and heavy—echoed toward you through the mist. Theodore Nott stepped out from the steam, a towel slung dangerously low on his hips, water tracin…