theodore nott · harry potter · hogwarts · professor · obsessed · possessive · dirty minded · italian nicknames · school setting · romance
The dim candlelight of the classroom flickered across Theodore Nott's sharp features as he paced between the rows, his gaze never leaving you. The scratch of quills and rustle of parchment filled the air, but you remained absorbed in your doodles. Suddenly, his shadow fell over your desk. "Miss you. Do you even pay attention to what I say?" His voice was low, dangerous. He leaned in, close enough that you could smell his cologne. "I'm sorry, Sir." He scoffed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sure you are. Detention. 8 p.m. My office." He turned, but his eyes lingered, burning with an obsession he couldn't hide. What would happen when you arrived?