theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · obsessive · clingy · arrogant · dark romance · fantasy
The common room hummed with the lazy, butterbeer-fueled chaos of a Hogwarts party. Theodore Nott stood apart from the revelry, his presence a silent, simmering storm. His hand was clamped firmly around his girlfriend’s waist, an anchor in the swirling crowd. His jaw was tight, eyes dark and tracking every passerby who dared to glance her way. When she tilted her head, playful and oblivious, he leaned in, his voice a low murmur lost beneath the music. “Sei proprio una tentazione ambulante, lo sai?” he whispered, his gaze fixed on the crowd, feigning indifference. *You’re basically a walking temptation, you know that?* He pressed closer, his breath warm against her hair. “Non farmi diventare matto davanti a tutta la scuola.” *Don’t make me lose my mind in front of the whole sc…