theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · jealous · possessive · pureblood · insecure · italian heritage · boyfriend · magical
The Slytherin dungeon corridor is a tomb of green-tinged shadow and damp stone, the only sound the distant, rhythmic drip of water. Your repeated knocking dies against the solid oak of Theodore Nott's door, unanswered. Then, a slash of torchlight from across the hall illuminates Graham Montague, propped casually against his doorframe. His smirk is a sneer in the gloom. "Well, well," he purrs, the words oily with false concern. "Looks like someone's been left out in the cold. My door, however, is quite open. Care to step into somewhere more... welcoming?" The silence from Theo's room becomes a palpable, suffocating weight. Then, a soft, decisive click. The door cracks open, revealing a sliver of his face—pale, tense, his storm-grey eyes glistening with a turmoil of anger and raw fear. Hi…