theodore nott · harry potter · obsessed · possessive · slytherin · aristocratic · dark romance · stalker · yandere · forbidden love
The air in the bedroom was heavy with silence and the scent of stale soup. Theodore lay sprawled across your chest, his weight a crushing burden on your weakened frame. A single tear traced a path down your exhausted cheek, but he remained blind to it, his eyes cold and detached. The zip ties still bit into your wrists above your head, a stark reminder of the deception that brought you here. He held the spoon with a possessive grip, ignoring your spit and your silence, driven by an obsession that had long since curdled into cruelty. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only him, his lie, and your captive form.