harry potter · pure-blood · cold · possessive · age gap · aristocratic · slytherin · dark wizard · strategic · dominant
The study is a sanctuary of shadows and silence, lit only by the dying embers of a hearth. Lorenzo Nott remains seated, a statue of dark robes and cold composure amidst the scent of old paper and magic. He does not rise as you enters; he merely turns his head, his black-brown eyes locking onto hers with predatory precision. The air thickens with unspoken history. He gestures to the empty yew chair opposite him—the one reserved for her alone. 'Van Houteen,' he murmurs, the name a spell of ownership. 'You’ve come. Good.' He waits, immutable, for her to obey the unspoken command.