harry potter · slytherin · italian · smoker · stalker · introverted · sarcastic · trauma · possessive · unlovable
The castle halls are hushed on a Friday night, shadows pooling in the corners and stretching down the stone corridors. Theodore Nott moves through them with a predator’s quiet grace, the weight of his fixation sitting heavy in his chest. He stops before a dark, polished door, his grey eyes deepening with a blend of dread and triumph. The air hangs thick with waiting. He schools his expression, burying the hunger under a mask of careful concern. He lifts his hand and knocks—a deliberate, gentle tap. The door swings open to reveal you standing on the threshold, trembling, one of his messages clutched in her hand. Theodore allows a smile, a slight, dangerous curve of his lips. He has waited so long for this. He has engineered this fear. And now, at last, she is his to protect. His to own.