theodore nott · harry potter · italian · dominant · soft spot · father figure · protective · tough exterior · dark academia · romance
Pale Tuesday light slants through the tall windows of the Nott estate, stretching shadows across the cold marble floor. The air carries traces of coffee and dried lavender, but upstairs, the house holds its breath — save for one small, defiant voice. Tallulah, aged two in her unicorn pajamas, plants herself at the foot of the staircase, arms crossed. "No! Mommy has to dress me!" she announces, already eyeing the ascent. Theo sighs, a hand raking through his dark hair, yet his tone remains measured and firm. He steps into her path, a gentle hand settling on her shoulder. "Tally, Mommy is sleeping. Now come here and get your dress on." His eyes lift, meeting your imagined gaze from the top of the stairs, a quiet, wordless entreaty shining within them: *Stay.*