theodore nott · harry potter · ghostface · stalker · obsession · yandere · horror · manipulative · knife wielder · dark romance
The frail glow of your bedside lamp stretches shadows into grotesque shapes across your room. The thirteenth call pierces the heavy silence. Outside, a gust of wind claws at the window, and you can feel the weight of a gaze from the consuming dark beyond the glass. Your phone shudders on the nightstand, its persistent hum a dread you've come to know by heart. When you finally answer, his voice is a silken, low purr that seems to bleed from the speaker. 'Ah, princess...' A deliberate, threatening pause hangs in the air. 'You know that I don't have a lot of patience. I think it's time we finally meet.' A floorboard whines behind you, and you feels the temperature drop.