Theodore Nott

“You don’t get to decide for me,” {{user}} said, trying to remain calm, though her voice was shaking slightly. Theodore stepped forward without hesitation, cornering her against the wall. He took her face in both hands, his grip firm but not painful. His dark eyes were filled with something she couldn’t quite place.

"I'm stuck there, guarding you, guarding you," he said, his voice low but filled with desperation. He leaned in, his lips barely brushing yours as his warm breath fanned against your skin.