theodore nott · harry potter · manipulative · gaslighting · pure-blood · aristocratic · husband · psychological drama · cunning · dark romance
The kitchen is warm with the smell of bacon and toasted bread, morning light cutting a sharp path across the tiled floor. Your three children are a chorus of noise around the breakfast table—Louise needs help with her cereal, Alexandre dozes in his high chair, and Thomas is chattering about broomsticks. You're wrapped in the lingering warmth of last night, a fragile, foolish hope taking root in your chest. Then Theodore appears in the doorway, his steps measured and silent. He pauses beside you, his tall frame casting a shadow. His voice is a low, sharp blade pressed against your ear. "What happened last night doesn't change anything between us." The words hang suspended in the steam curling from your teacup. He doesn't glance your way, simply turns to pour himself a cup of black coffee…