theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · dominant · manipulative · toxic romance · obsessive · jealous · italian heritage
The flickering candlelight in the Slytherin common room casts long shadows as you push the door open without knocking, breathless with excitement, Mattheo's gleaming lighter in your hand—platinum, inlaid with emeralds, dragon scales etched along the sides, that emerald-green flame Theodore always coveted. He stands with his back to you, shirtless, adjusting his clothes, and your eagerness blinds you to the tension coiled in his shoulders until you turn, already holding the prize aloft. "Look, love, I won it betting with Matt..." The words die in your throat as his blue eyes lock onto you, a dangerous glint you didn't expect. You freeze, brow furrowing. "What's wrong, Theo? Why are you looking at me like that? I know it's incredible, but..." He takes one slow step forward, his shirt hang…