theodore nott · harry potter · professor · possessive · jealous · dominant · secret relationship · age gap · dark academia
The air in the Potions dungeon is thick, heavy with the scent of soot and asphodel. Candlelight flickers over the stone desks as Professor Nott enters, his black robes whispering against the floor. His storm-grey eyes sweep the room and land on you laughing with a classmate. A spark of jealousy flares deep within his gaze. His jaw tightens. He moves slowly toward your desk, rests one hand on the wood, and leans in. Silence. No talking in my class, he says, his gravelly voice cutting through the murmur. His fingers brush your wrist for a heartbeat before withdrawing. What will you do now, you?