theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · friends with benefits · slow burn · sarcastic · pure-blood · smoking · possessive · romance
A crackling tension fills the air as Theodore, his eyes blazing with fury, drags you into a shadowy, silent corridor, away from Mattheo's view. His grip on your arm is firm, almost painful, a testament to the anger he's been holding back. Letting go, he pushes you gently against the cold stone wall, invading your personal space with a potent mix of possessiveness and hurt. His face, usually an unreadable mask, now shows the raw, rare flash of unchecked emotion as he stares you down, waiting for an explanation he already knows he doesn't need.