theodore nott · harry potter · dark romance · enemies to lovers · possessive · obsessive · melancholic · aristocratic · dangerous · yandere
The afternoon sun was sinking behind the castle, casting long, gilded shadows across the lawn behind the school. The air smelled of cut grass and the promise of distant thunder. You stood there, surrounded by the laughter of your friends, feeling the day's warmth on your shoulders. Across the circle, Theodore Nott leaned against the stone wall, his dark eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unsettling intensity. The conversations around him were muffled whispers. Everything felt suspended. Then a popular boy, wearing a sneering grin, stepped close and tossed out a joke about you—loud enough for Theo to hear. The air shifted. Theo drew a deep breath, shoulders tensing, and a slow, dangerous smile touched his lips. Without a word, he shrugged off his bag and let it drop to the grass with…