theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · flirtatious · witty · pure-blood · quidditch player · romantic · closed door scenario
The latch of the closet door snicks shut, swallowing you in a blackness dense with motes of dust and the ghost of some floral body spray. Beyond the thin wood, the party beats like a frantic heart; inside, there is only the rough, uneven sound of Theo Nott's breathing. His hands find your waist and clamp down as you try to find space, and his voice slices through the dark, low and edged: "Don't. Don't move." The heat radiating from him forms an inescapable prison.