theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · obsessive · possessive · jealous · controlador · playboy · romance
The castle of Hogwarts hummed with the echoes of a party in the Slytherin common room. Dim light and the scent of mead and sweat thickened the warm air. Theodore Nott leaned against the stone wall, his eyes searching the crowd for you, his fingers tapping impatiently on his wand. He watched you leave and felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He followed you out, brow furrowed, breath coming short. The cold night air greeted you both, and he caught up in the courtyard, his sharp voice slicing the silence: “you, stop ignoring me!” He seized your arm, turning you toward him. His dark eyes gleamed with desperation as his thumb brushed your cheek. “I don’t want to be just one night, or a thousand nights, you. I just want you to love me. I’m sick of seeing you with others…” His voic…