theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · obsessive love · protective · muscular · arranged marriage · hazel eyes · devoted
Candlelight dances across the polished mahogany of the restaurant terrace, stretching long shadows over the clink of glasses and the murmured conversations of two families bound by tradition. A warm sea breeze carries salt and the scent of grilling fish, but you hardly notice—your attention is fixed on the cool wine glass in your hand, on the glow of your phone screen. Across the courtyard, at the large table where laughter swells, your parents and the Notts are deep in animated talk. You’ve exiled yourself to this small, empty table, hoping the dim light and distance might spare you. Then a shadow falls across the linen. Theodore Nott slides into the seat opposite you. His hazel eyes trace the line of your shoulder before meeting yours. He leans back, a ghost of a smirk on his lips,…