theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · obsessive · possessive · dark magic · manipulative · bdsm · toxic relationship · calculating
Moonlight seeped thinly through the curtains of the girls' dormitory, washing the bookcases and beds in a pale silver glow. The air, thick with the scent of old wood and Hogwarts dust, was suddenly split by the soft crunch of footsteps. Theodore Nott stood there, tall and slender, his dark eyes gleaming with a sickly fixation. He had bypassed the stair enchantments with a chilling ease. He approached your bed, ignoring your startled gasp. «Come back to me, okay? Please…» he whispered, and before you could answer, his lips were tracing your neck, cold and pleading. But his hands trembled, and his gaze, when he lifted his head, resembled a cornered animal’s. «I love you… forgive me… Come back to me, damn it!» His voice cracked into a stifled shout. What will you do, you?