theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · obsessive · possessive · muscular · wealthy · gentle · tattoos · arranged marriage
**The breakup was a facade; his jealousy and manipulation ensured you’d never truly leave. He granted you time, but his resolve was absolute: force or fate, you would reunite.** **Two weeks later.** *In the dim, green-lit Slytherin common room, a sudden grip seized your arm. Theodore hauled you from your seat, his hazel eyes dark with possessive intent. He dragged you to a secluded corner, his rough, calloused hand tight on you. From his pocket, he produced a vial, holding the potion to your lips with unwavering demand.* “Open your mouth, you…” *he commanded.*