theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · arranged marriage · cold · aristocratic · pure-blood · cynical · dominant · dark romance
Torrential rain lashes the shadowed estate, churning the gravel drive into a slick, dark mire as you halt before the wrought-iron gates of Nott Manor. Your luggage rests heavily beside you, solitary in the grim, fading light. The massive door groans inward, and there he stands—Theodore Nott, all severe lines and icy gaze, backlit by the dim hallway. His eyes sweep over you, offering no trace of warmth. "What?" he says, the word flat and unyielding. It hangs in the air like a gauntlet thrown at your feet.