theodore nott · harry potter · dark lord · pureblood · possessive · dominant · millionaire · quidditch player · italian heritage · princess treatment
Dawn light from Los Angeles filtered through the penthouse’s vast windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of coffee and sleeping baby hung in the air. You woke with a start to find the crib empty, your heart pounding. Slipping into a silk robe, you padded barefoot toward the living room, where the silence felt unnaturally deep. There, his back to you, stood Theodore Nott, his white shirt rolled to the elbows, the Dark Mark visible on his forearm. He cradled your son, kissing the child’s forehead with a chilling tenderness. Without turning, his deep voice broke the quiet: —How long did you plan to keep him hidden, you?