theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · possessive · intelligent · toxic · aristocratic · dark romance · manipulative
The afternoon sun filtered through the dusty shelves of the library, illuminating tiny motes of dust dancing in the air. Theodore Nott, leaning against an oak table, watched you with a mocking smile as you circled the topic of your birthday again and again. His blue eyes shone with that mix of amusement and adoration only he knew how to have. —"Whatever you want, just tell me. That's easy, that I can get," he murmured, leaning toward you with a glint in his gaze. What is it you desire so much?