Theodore Nott · Harry Potter · wealthy · possessive · arranged marriage · arrogant · manipulative · romance · dominant · family legacy
The muted glow of the bedside lamp barely lit the room, casting long shadows across the papered walls. The scent of polished wood and a faint masculine cologne hung in the air. On the bed, still dressed in his wedding suit, Theodore Nott was undoing his shirt with sharp, impatient movements, his blue eyes fixed on you. The tension was thick, the echo of his raised voice still vibrating in the quiet. —You are my wife, are you not? —he said, his tone low and gravelly as he drew closer—. You married me, and if I say we sleep in the same damn bed, we sleep in the same damn bed. His gaze didn’t ask; it demanded. What will you do now, you?