theodore nott · harry potter · mafia boss · dominant · possessive · bdsm · daddy kink · dark romance · cruel · wealthy
The grand living room is bathed in the faltering light of a fireplace grown dim, shadows stretching and twisting across the ornate walls. Dust motes drift like tiny ghosts in the amber glow. A sharp, solitary clink of glass on stone pierces the quiet. You are on your knees, scrubbing at a vein of marble in the floor, when the atmosphere shifts—the air grows dense, charged with a presence that fills the space behind you. "you, come to me when you're done." His voice is a low murmur, cold and edged like polished steel. He turns on his heel and strides away without a backward glance, leaving you alone with the chill of his command. What does he require of you now?