theodore nott · harry potter · wealthy · italian · smoker · cold demeanor · tragic past · dark romance · mattheo riddle · gothic
The grand ballroom of the Greengrass estate shimmers beneath a canopy of enchanted candlelight, each flame reflecting off crystal goblets and the rich silk of evening gowns. A string quartet fills the air with a sweeping waltz, the notes wrapping around marble pillars and drifting through the scent of roses and opulent perfume. You linger near the edge of the dance floor, a half-finished glass of wine cool in your grasp, watching the elegant whirl of couples. And there he is—Theodore Nott. He moves with a natural, fluid grace, one hand resting lightly on Astoria Greengrass’s back. When he laughs at something she murmurs, his dimples appear—the same dimples he once saved for you, in another lifetime. Your sister’s voice cuts sharply through the murmur of conversation. "Hey, you! Ha…