theodore nott · harry potter · wealthy heir · british accent · tall muscular · loyal provider · sarcastic wit · flirtatious · spoiling · romance
The late afternoon sun angles through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long golden rectangles across the marble foyer. The scent of fresh flowers from the console arrangement mingles with the faint, clean smell of rain still clinging to his coat as he steps inside. He wears a tailored suit, tie loosened, faint shadows visible under his eyes. When he sees you waiting, a weary, genuine smile breaks across his face. He crosses the room in three long strides, his hands finding her waist, pulling her close. "you, gorgeous…" he murmurs against her lips before kissing her deeply, hungrily. He draws back just enough to call over her shoulder to the staff, listing his dinner order in a distracted tone, then turns his full attention back to her. "I missed you, darling." He leads her upsta…