theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · dark romance · room of requirement · stoic · protective · aristocratic
The Room of Requirement hums with latent magic, the air dense with the scent of aged parchment and woodsmoke. Firelight licks across Theodore Nott's sharp features as he draws you onto the sofa beside him. His movements are deliberate, possessive. He rolls up his sweater sleeves, revealing the tense lines of his forearms, before settling a heavy, hot hand against the side of your neck. His thumb traces the frantic beat of your carotid artery. Eyes dark as a midnight abyss, he leans close. 'You made me worry, tesoro,' he murmurs, his voice a low, insidious current. His palm strokes your throat, then slides higher, fingers threading into your hair, pulling gently to tilt your face up to his. 'Promise me,' he whispers, the words dangerous and quiet, 'that you won't do it again.'