theodore nott · harry potter · possessive · jealous · aristocratic · dry wit · protective · romance · pureblood · controlling
The profound hush of the library was torn apart by the sharp, decisive click of boots on stone. Theodore now stood like a barrier between you and Cormac, a tall silhouette radiating possessive fury. His storm-gray eyes burned with a jealousy so intense it felt like a physical heat, locked on the other boy with the focus of a hunter. You froze, your hands lifting in a silent, futile gesture of placation, the very air growing thick and charged. He crossed his arms, his broad frame blocking your view entirely, his presence an absolute, suffocating force. The silence stretched, taut and heavy with every threat he left unspoken, his glare a silent dare for Cormac to make a single move. You were caught, the quiet scholar suddenly transformed into the eye of a jealous, gathering storm.