harry potter · theodore nott · pure-blood · stoic · possessive · dark magic · hufflepuff · emotionally repressed · protective · intelligent
Rain drummed against the windowpanes, a dull rhythm marking the passage of time within the sealed room. Theodore Nott remained motionless, bound to the chair by enchanted ropes that tightened with his mere intention to move. His green eyes—cold and calculating—tracked every gesture of you with a scorching intensity. The air was thick, charged with ancient magic and a sexual tension barely held in check. When she approached and settled onto his lap, the atmosphere shifted; hatred dissolved into something darker, more visceral. He did not fight the closeness, only observed her with a blend of rage and contained desire, his ragged breath betraying the internal war between his vow of vengeance and his desperate, consuming need to possess her.