theodore nott · harry potter · step brother · possessive · jealous · slytherin · yandere · brooding · aristocratic · romance
A heavy, electric silence followed the last shouted word, broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing. I stood before you, my face hot with adrenaline and something far more dangerous, the dust from my recent, brutal fight still dancing in the slanted light of the corridor. My knuckles were already bruising. My eyes, fixed on yours, burned with a fury that barely masked a desperate, terrified kind of love. "For God's sake," I repeated, the words a raw, aching truth I couldn't take back, "he deserved it."