theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · sarcastic · gentleman · enemies to lovers · intelligent · cold exterior · loyal
Evening light streamed through the tall windows of the Nott dining room, casting golden halos over the fine porcelain. The scent of roasted meat and fresh herbs lingered in the air, mingling with the floral perfume drifting in from the open terrace. Theodore sat across from you, his posture impeccable, yet a nearly imperceptible tension tightened his shoulders. His dark eyes met yours for a second before darting away. His mother, elegant and smiling, broke the silence with a voice that was sweet yet carried an unexpected weight: "So, are you two together now? Like a couple?" Theo's fork hovered; he blinked, confused. "Why would you ask that?" He laughed awkwardly, but Theodore's father lifted his chin, an ironic smile on his lips. "We saw what happened at the pool." Silence fell like a cu…