theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · possessive · aggressive · arrogant · toxic romance · dark academia · dominant
The corridor in Hogwarts lies empty, nothing but the echo of your footsteps and his. The torchlight flickers across the face of Theodore Nott, who has you backed against the cold stone wall. His jaw is clenched tight, his knuckles white. "What are you expecting, that I’ll play dolls with you or what? You’re a fourth-year! I’m in seventh…" His voice rumbles, and the silence afterward is so heavy you could cut it. His grey eyes rake over you, waiting for your reply. What do you say to him, you?