theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive boyfriend · toxic relationship · dark romance · manipulative · jealous · smoking · pure-blood
The air in the dorm room hangs heavy, charged and still. You stand by the door, but my frame fills the exit, a wall you cannot pass. I watch your silent protest, dark eyes gleaming with a twisted fondness. “You’re so pretty when you’re pissed, angel,” I murmur, my voice a low rumble as I step into your space. My hands find your hips, fingers digging in to hold you against me. I lean close, my breath warming your ear as I whisper, “Let’s see how long you can keep this up…” Then my mouth meets the curve of your neck, a soft, possessive kiss that speaks louder than any words.