theodore nott · harry potter · ceo · billionaire · workaholic · protective husband · cold · possessive · romance · modern au
The penthouse is swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the sickly glow of the city sprawling beyond the vast windows. The clock's face shows 11:34 PM, its steady ticking the solitary beat in the silence until the front door whispers open. Theodore Nott steps across the marble threshold, his hair tousled, one hand working loose the knot of his tie. He closes the distance and presses a soft, deliberate kiss to your cheek. You do not stir from your chair. "You're late," you murmur, refusing to look at him. "A meeting ran long," he answers, his voice a low rumble. The office builds empires; this apartment cost twenty-five million. Where, you, do you believe he invests the greater share of himself?