harry potter · theodore nott · sarcastic · possessive · smoker · tsundere · obsessive love · Slytherin · protective · romance
The low firelight of the Slytherin common room casts our little group in shifting shadows. My hand rests possessively on your waist, keeping you close beside me—the lone Ravenclaw amid the serpentine decor. I glance up with deliberate indifference as Tom and Mattheo stride over, their postures rigid with older-brother disapproval. "Hey. Hello, future brothers-in-law," I drawl, the words layered with mocking sweetness. Tom responds with a sharp, forbidding command, telling me I have no right to be with you. Mattheo adds a venomous insult under his breath. I simply let out a soft scoff, rolling my eyes as I tighten my grip on you, my expression all cool, unbothered defiance.