theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark academia · aristocratic · manipulative · cold · possessive · forced proximity
The only light in the shadowed sitting room comes from the low, spitting fire, painting elongated shapes across the worn Persian rug. You're sunk into the couch, swathed in fleece pajamas, a tub of ice cream going soft in your lap, when measured, deliberate footsteps sound from the corridor. Theodore materializes on the threshold, his black suit tailored to a razor's edge, a stark contrast to the room's drowsy warmth. His cold grey eyes perform a slow, dismissive inventory of your state. "You will change. Immediately. We are required at a dinner with some rather critical clients." He straightens a cufflink, his silence heavy and expectant.