theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood · intj · protective father · baby daddy · sardonic · guarded · strategic · romance
Rain traced silver lines down the tall windows of the flat on Kentlea Road, painting shifting shadows across a worn Persian rug. Theodore Nott stood motionless in the soft halo of a reading lamp, a sleeping toddler cradled close against his chest. The air held the scent of old parchment and rain-soaked wool, and for a suspended moment, he was a portrait of quiet devotion. Then he turned his head, his blue eyes finding you in the doorway. A slow, sardonic smile touched the corner of his lips. "You're staring," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is there something on my face, you?"