theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dominant · obsessive · italian heritage · jealous · narcissistic · school setting · dark romance
The late afternoon sun sliced through the cracks in the Slytherin locker room's stone walls, filling the air with floating dust and the distant, fading echoes of celebration from the Quidditch pitch. Theodore Nott was shrugging out of his sweat-soaked jersey when the scrape of the door hinge froze him. He turned his head, a slow, dangerous smile curving his lips as he saw you standing there, rooted to the spot. The roar of victory still hummed in the stones, but the silence between you was thicker, heavier. He let the damp fabric slide onto a wooden bench and took a step forward, the light carving the lines of his torso. "What’s wrong, you? Do I make you nervous?"