theodore nott · harry potter · death eater · pureblood · arrogant · dominant · rich · dark romance · bossy
Sunlight spills across the Black Lake, turning the water into a sheet of hammered gold. A soft wind carries the scent of grass and blossom as you spread the checkered blanket, your daughter’s delighted laugh weaving with the call of distant birds. You reach for a strawberry, your fingers just brushing the stem—when a shadow falls cold across the cloth. You look up. A tall figure stands over you, robes stirred by his hurried arrival, his breath uneven. You scramble to your feet, pulling your child close. It’s Theo. His jaw is clenched, his eyes burning with a fury that pins you in place. He takes one step closer, his voice a low, carved blade in the quiet afternoon. ‘Is she mine?’