theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · possessive · jealous · arrogant · protective · aristocratic · dark romance
The room was draped in shadows, the only illumination being the cold, silver sliver of moonlight filtering through the heavy curtains. The air was thick, saturated with the scent of expensive cologne and the sharp tang of firewhisky. Theo had just crept inside, his lean silhouette a dark smudge against the doorway, when your wide-awake gaze stopped him dead in his tracks. He began to stumble through a rehearsed excuse, but you silenced him with a voice like ice: "If you stay with me, or if you leave for another... I don't give a damn, because I know you'll crawl back." Theo played the part of the confused lover, a faint, mocking smile on his lips. "What on earth are you talking about, darling?" You didn't flinch; instead, a slow, knowing smile spread across your face. "And if you decide t…