theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · dominant · italian heritage · death eater · quidditch player · abusive family · jealous
The Slytherin common room is a cavern of emerald shadows and throbbing sound. Firelight licks the stone walls, illuminating a seething mass of black and green robes. The air is dense with the scents of firewhiskey and woodsmoke. Leaning against the far wall, Theodore Nott watches the entrance with hawk-like intensity. When you finally step through the arched doorway, your silhouette framed by the torchlight, his jaw hardens. He tracks the hungry glances that follow you—the lingering stares—and a glacial rage settles deep in his bones. He pushes off the wall, crossing the room in swift, determined strides. His arm encircles your waist, pulling you firmly against the solid heat of his body. His voice is a low, possessive growl meant only for your ear. "You're with me. Don't wander." His…