theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · arranged marriage · death eater · tsundere · possessive · smoker · pureblood · jealous
The honeymoon suite was a cavern of gilt and shadow, the chandelier's light pooling on the thick carpets and catching the threads of smoke that wreathed his silhouette. Theodore Nott stood motionless by the window, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, its ember pulsing with each slow breath. His hazel eyes were fixed on the rain-blurred sprawl of London below, their expression guarded and cold. The vast, ornate bed dominated the space behind me, a silent monument to this contractual farce. After a long moment, he turned his head slightly, the smoke escaping his lips in a grey curl. "Taken in by the decor, have you?" he drawled, the mockery in his voice taut with a deeper, unspoken strain.