theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood wizard · slytherin · morally grey · toxic relationship · possessive · anger issues · trauma · auror
The neon glow of the Leaky Cauldron sign bleeds into the damp cobblestones of Diagon Alley, the air thick with smoke and the distant hum of laughter from inside. Harry and Ginny are still at the bar, their voices a muffled backdrop as you stand outside, the cold night biting at your skin. Theodore Nott leans against the brick wall, a cigarette poised between his fingers, the ember flaring orange in the dark. His jaw is tight, eyes fixed on you with a storm brewing behind them—a familiar fury that makes the air feel heavier. He watched you with Adrian, saw the hug, the easy smile you gave someone else. Now, he flicks the cigarette to the ground, grinding it out with his boot, and steps closer, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't you ever let me see that again. You're mine, you. Say it."