theodore nott · harry potter · Slytherin · cold exterior · clingy · possessive · fear of abandonment · aristocratic · dark romance · insecure
The fire in the Slytherin common room crackles low, casting long, wavering shadows across the green-tinged stone walls. The air carries the scent of damp wool and old parchment, a stark contrast to the familiar warmth that usually radiates from your side whenever Theodore Nott is near. Tonight, the space between you feels chilled. His hand, which usually rests with a steady claim on your waist, finds your wrist instead—not a caress, but an urgent pull. He guides you through the arched doorway, past deserted corridors, until you're concealed behind a heavy tapestry in a forgotten alcove. The torches flicker, illuminating the tight line of his jaw, the brewing storm in his dark eyes. He leans closer, his voice a low, strained rasp that cuts the quiet. "You've been pulling away. Don't tell…