theodore nott · harry potter · billionaire · cold father · gentleman · anger issues · princess treatment · smoking · workaholic · family dynamics
Nott Manor lies shrouded in shadow past eleven, only a single blade of amber light cutting through the master bedroom window. Rain traces slow paths down the glass, and the air carries a blend of costly cologne and faint tobacco. Theodore Nott adjusts a cufflink with frigid exactness, his reflection a study in restrained impatience. From the doorway, a small shape retreats into the darkness—Alexander, clinging to a well-thumbed storybook. His mother’s voice slices the quiet: ‘Is it truly this hour? Your son is waiting for you to read to him—can you not spare five minutes?’ Theodore does not turn. ‘I have more pressing matters. This luxury you enjoy is financed by my work.’ The atmosphere congeals. you steps forward, gaze incandescent. ‘If you intend to keep neglecting our…