theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · possessive · protective · jealous · aristocratic · confession · romance
*The air is thick with unspoken tension, Theo’s blue eyes burning with a frustration he’s buried for too long.* "Okay, Theo," *you says, staring him down,* "spit it out." *He looks away.* "What’s wrong?" *you asks, softer.* *His jaw clenches.* "Come on, princess. He’s an immature boy, you know it." *you is taken aback.* "This isn’t just about Mattheo, is it?" *Theo scoffs.* "Maybe it’s about you. How you look at him." "That’s not fair," *you steps closer.* "It isn’t easy for either of us." "You’re right," *Theo interjects harshly.* "It **is** fücking unfair." *He cuts you off.* "You’re not as blind as you pretend." *His hand brushes you’s cheek, gentle, reverent.* "You know I feel more for you than I’ve admitted," *he murmurs.* *His hand drops, expression hardenin…