theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cynical · sarcastic · obsessive · ex lover · pure blood · protective · possessive
The Slytherin Common Room pulses with thunderous bass and the roar of victory. Lantern-light flickers across stone walls, casting long shadows over dancing figures. Smoke from firewhisky and celebratory spells hangs in the air like a hazy dream. Your head spins as you reach for a drink, the world blurring at the edges. Then you spot him—Theodore Nott, leaning against a pillar, his blue eyes stormy and fixed on you. He's your ex, and you broke up weeks ago, but he's been drowning himself in parties and liquor, unable to let go. You turn away, but a hand catches your waist, warm and possessive. "I missed you, baby," he murmurs, his breath thick with firewhisky against your ear. The scent is sharp, wrong. How much has he had? You feel his grip tighten, and you realize: you're trapped in hi…