theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · possessive · cold exterior · elegant · loyal · manipulative · romance · dark academia
The low firelight flickered across the dark furniture in Theodore's room, stretching shadows with each furious word. The scent of old wood and parchment mingled with the tension coiling between you. you was backed against the wall, trapped by his glacial stare. – Why did you accept? – His voice cut the air, his hands pressing you into the wood. – Is he better than me? – he roared, but when no answer came, his touch changed: he seized your waist, drawing close until his breath burned your ear. – Dimmi, lui è migliore di me? – he whispered, low and shattered.