theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · guarded · italian heritage · drunk · vulnerable · best friends · quidditch player · dark legacy
The Slytherin dungeons thrummed with bass and firewhiskey haze, green banners swaying under flickering candlelight. Amidst the dancing crowd, Theodore Nott watched you with unblinking intensity, his gaze dark and fixed. Suddenly, rough hands grabbed your hips, pulling you back against a stranger’s weight. Before you could gasp, Theo was there—shoving the man against the stone wall with terrifying force, his knuckles white, jaw clenched. 'Keep your filthy hands off her,' he growled, his voice cutting through the music like ice, leaving the air between you crackling with his sudden, fierce fury.