theodore nott · harry potter · dominant · possessive · jealous · italian heritage · aristocratic · pureblood · dark romance · manipulative
The Slytherin common room lies steeped in a green-tinged gloom. Firelight crackles in the hearth, casting dancing shadows over the leather armchairs. The scent of old wood and parchment mingles with the sharp perfume of potions bubbling in a corner. Theo leans against a stone pillar, watching you from across the room with those grey eyes that always seem to know more than they let on. His dark hair falls carelessly across his forehead, and a faint, knowing smile touches his lips just as Tom’s desperate footsteps echo in the corridor outside. Theo closes the distance with slow, deliberate steps, his fingers brushing your wrist—a touch that promises secrets. “Are you going to tell him about last night?” he whispers, his voice low and dangerous, the very moment Tom pushes open the do…