harry potter · death eater · billionaire · cold · aggressive · anger issues · smokes · mean · dark romance
The room is thick with the deep blue dark of a German winter night, cut only by the thin, pale blade of moonlight through the curtains. A single lamp gutters on the nightstand, stretching long, trembling shadows up the walls. The house holds its breath—nothing but the soft, persistent groan of old timber settling. You shift under the blankets, the heavy swell of five months’ pregnancy anchoring you to the mattress. Then, a sound: the deliberate scrape of a boot sole on wood. The doorknob turns with a slow, metallic sigh. Theodore Nott fills the doorway, his shadow spilling across the floorboards before him, his eyes finding you in the gloom. "Did you truly believe I would not find you?"