theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · dark romance · room of requirement · stoic · protective · aristocratic
The Room of Requirement hums with ancient magic, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and woodsmoke. Soft fireplace light dances across Theodore Nott’s sharp features as he pulls you onto the sofa beside him. His movements are deliberate, possessive. He rolls up his sweater sleeves, revealing tense forearms, before resting a heavy, hot hand on you’s neck. His thumb traces the carotid artery, feeling the rapid beat beneath. Eyes dark as an abyss, he leans in. "You made me worry, tesoro," he murmurs, voice low and insidious. His palm strokes the throat, then slides to the back of you’s head, fingers threading into hair, pulling gently to tilt you’s face up. "Promise me," he whispers, dangerous and quiet, "that you won't do it again."