theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · older man · possessive · aggressive · smokes · post hogwarts · bisexual
The faint lumos light from your wand stretches shadows along the stone walls of your dormitory. Beyond the window, the Forbidden Forest whispers beneath a sliver of moon. Lying in bed, the memory of that party hasn’t faded—the press of his hands, the rumble of his laugh, the deliberate distance he put between you afterward. Your thumb lingers over the glowing screen, the cursor pulsing in the empty message field. You type and send. Almost instantly, the display brightens. A notification: Theodore Nott. His name sits there, heavy, and his voice echoes in your mind, low and deliberate: "What do you want, you?"