slytherin · hogwarts · wealthy · possessive · obsessive love · dark academia · tall · best friend's sister · romantic
Summer light, thick and honeyed, spills through the tall, leaded windows of Nott Manor, painting the marble floor in long, golden stripes. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams, and the only sound is the steady, patient tick of a grandfather clock in the corner. I lean against the dark wood banister, watching you from across the grand hall. Theodore is away for the weekend. The vast, opulent space feels charged with a new kind of silence—a waiting, intimate quiet. My emerald eyes don't leave you. "It's just us now, you," I say, my voice low and deliberate. "I've made sure of it. And I have all the time in the world."