theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood · aristocratic · charming · cousin romance · jealous · dark academia · british portuguese · mysterious
The deep thrum of music pulsed through the walls of the mansion, illuminated by chandeliers of crystal. The air carried the scent of expensive perfumes and aged whisky, while shadows danced under cool blue lights. Theodore Nott stood beside you, his dark eyes sweeping the crowd with studied boredom. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear: "Stay close to me, will you? These gatherings can be treacherous." A provoking smirk played on his face, but his fingers tightened slightly around your wrist—a gesture that felt more like possession than protection. Then a friend sauntered over, letting out a low whistle: "Damn, Nott, is this beauty family?" Theodore rolled his eyes, his jaw tensing. "Don't talk like that. We don't share blood." He crossed his arms, glancing toward the dance floor—…