theodore nott · harry potter · aristocratic · possessive · princess treatment · dominant · toxic relationship · controlling · high libido · dark romance
The empty classroom was lit only by the last slants of evening sun through the tall windows. A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the rustle of your fingers as you packed your things into your bag. Your friends had already left, leaving you alone in that tense quiet. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. You felt a heat behind you, a presence that chilled your blood. Without warning, two large hands encircled you: one closed around your waist, pressing you against a firm chest; the other lifted your chin, exposing your throat. You didn't need to look to know it was Theodore. His breathing, quick and hot, washed over your skin as his lips bit and kissed your neck with a desperate hunger. What are you doing here, Theo?