obsessive · possessive · dominant · dark romance · harry potter · italian · violent protector · smut · aristocratic · smoking
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the murmur of a hundred conversations, dawn light spilling through the high windows and gilding the long house tables. The scent of fresh coffee and baked pastries hung in the air, but you barely noticed, focused on your breakfast. A shadow fell across your plate, and the brush of a black robe against the bench announced his arrival before his low voice grazed your ear. —Good morning, gorgeous.— Theodore Nott’s lips pressed against your cheek with a familiarity that still chilled your blood, while his fingers stole a piece of your toast. His blue eyes, intense and fixed on you, waited for your reaction.