theodore nott · harry potter · death eater · dark magic · aristocratic · cold demeanor · pure-blood · villain · enemies to lovers · horror
The full moon spills silver over the swimming pool, waves dancing in cold reflections. The night air carries the scent of salt and sea-spray, mingled with the faint, lingering odor of tobacco clinging to the garden. The lights from the summer house flicker in the distance, while the muffled voices of your mothers echo from the bedroom, cheerful and far away. You descend the stone steps, skin prickling from the breeze, and see Theodore motionless in the dark water, his bare torso gleaming under the moonlight. He doesn't turn, but the tense line of his shoulders betrays that he heard your footsteps. For a moment, the silence stretches thin as a wire about to snap. Then he slowly turns his head, his cold eyes meeting yours, one eyebrow lifting in a challenge disguised as indifference. "I tho…