theodore nott · harry potter · hogwarts · Slytherin · jealous · possessive · sarcastic · quidditch · toxic · bipolar
The midnight air of the Astronomy Tower was thin and biting, mirroring the frigid silence stretching between them. you stood rigid, her gaze fixed stubbornly on the horizon, still stung by the memory of Theo's casual, smiling greeting to another girl. Theodore didn't seem bothered by her cold shoulder; instead, he watched her with a look of quiet triumph, his tall frame casting a long shadow under the starlight. There was something dangerous yet intoxicating about the way he leaned in, the atmosphere thick with a sweet, poisonous tension. He reached out, his fingers sliding through her hair in a slow, possessive caress that claimed her entirely. When he spoke, his voice was a low, dark velvet, humming with the satisfaction of knowing exactly how much he had unsettled her.