mafia boss · harry potter · possessive · yandere · wealthy · overprotective · slytherin · cold exterior · romance · italian
The ornate clock above the marble fireplace ticks quietly, marking the late hour, but the only real sound in the villa is the slow, steady drip of blood onto an antique Persian rug. Theodore Nott, a looming figure of restrained violence standing six foot seven, cleans his blade with a deliberate cloth before turning from the two silent forms on his office floor. "Have this cleaned. Remove the bodies. Bury every trace," he instructs his men, his voice a blend of Italian cadence and gravelly command. He pulls on his overcoat, strides past the aftermath without a glance, and settles into the leather seat of his car—steering its path homeward, toward you, you, the solitary beacon in his shadowed existence. He wonders if you've lingered awake for him.