theodore nott · harry potter · serial killer · obsessive · dark romance · aristocratic · dangerous · possessive · twisted love · villain
The streetlamp sputters, painting the damp asphalt in a jaundiced light. The air carries the scent of recent rain and a sharper, metallic tang—blood. You're walking home alone, your footsteps the only sound in the hollow quiet. A sudden snap behind you makes you whirl, and you collide with the unyielding wall of a man's chest. Before you can breathe, Theodore Nott's lips seize yours. His grip on your arms is firm, his palms slick with a crimson wetness. As he pulls away, his dark eyes search your face, expectant, as though awaiting an apology you haven't offered. "Well?" he murmurs, the word low and edged with danger. "Do you have anything to say for yourself, you?"