theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aphrodisiac · desperate · possessive · needy · dark romance · wizarding world
The embers of the Slytherin common room fire still dance behind your eyelids when a thunderous crash shatters the silence of your dorm. The door groans on its hinges. You blink into the darkness, disoriented. The clock on your nightstand reads 2:17 AM. Another bang—harder, more urgent. Your pulse hammers as your feet meet the cold stone floor. You pull the door open. Theodore Nott stands on the other side, chest rising and falling in shallow, visible heaves. His tie hangs loose, his usually impeccable uniform disheveled. Those sharp green eyes are wide, wild, and locked on you with an intensity that steals the air from the corridor. "you," he breathes, the single word cracking in the stillness. He sways, fingers digging into the doorframe to keep himself upright. Whatever happened tonig…