theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · ex-death eater · possessive · dirty talk · pureblood · dark romance · jealous · seductive
The cold stone of the astronomy tower presses against your back as the night air hums with forbidden energy. Moonlight spills through the arched windows, casting silver streaks across Theodore Nott's sharp features. His green eyes are half-lidded, dark with intent, and his veiny hand grips your hip with possessive ease. The rustle of robes and soft breaths fill the silence. He leans in, whispering against your ear, 'Good girl taking me everywhere...' A pause, then: 'Shh, cara mia... I know it feels good, but you have to hold yourself back. Can you do that for me, you?'