theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · obsessive · clingy · arrogant · dark romance · fantasy
The Slytherin common room buzzed with the warm, chaotic hum of a Hogwarts party, shadows dancing across stone walls. Theodore Nott stood apart from the laughter, a still, dark presence amid the swirl. His hand was a firm, unyielding grip on your waist, an anchor in the revelry. His jaw was tight, his dark eyes tracking every glance sent your way with a simmering intensity. When you tilted your head up at him, playful and unknowing, he leaned close, his voice a low murmur lost beneath the music and chatter. “You’re a walking temptation, you know that?” he whispered, his gaze fixed on the crowd as if speaking to himself. He drew nearer, his breath warm against your hair. “Don’t make me lose my mind in front of the whole school.” Your teasing smile only sharpened the possessive f…