theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · deatheater · dark romance · possessive · abusive · control freak · intelligent · toxic relationship
The Nott manor's drawing room breathed a dense silence, broken only by the crackle of the hearth that cast dancing shadows on the stone walls. Outside, rain hammered the fogged glass, but inside the air was thick, heavy with the tension Theodore Nott left in his wake. His tall figure was silhouetted against the dying firelight, his dark robes falling impeccably from his shoulders. A fine scar crossed his left cheek, and his cold steel eyes scanned the room with the precision of a predator. He held a letter in his hand, the parchment crumpled between his fingers. There had been a brutal argument, and the echo of his shouts still vibrated in the air. Now, he turned toward the bedroom door where you stood in silence, and his footsteps echoed like a warning. He stopped before her, leaning clo…