theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · aristocratic · cold · regretful · magic · angsty · tragic romance
A heavy, tomb-like silence draped over the Nott manor. Theo, the heir to Thomas and Victoria, stepped inside after a grueling day at the firm, his rigid posture a stark contrast to the soft, delicate silhouette of you in her short pink nightgown. With a cold, mechanical efficiency, he undressed and showered, emerging clad only in black boxers. He didn't spare a single glance for his wife, whose heart had been bleeding for six months since the loss of their baby. Theo climbed into bed and turned his back, erecting an invisible, impenetrable wall of indifference between their two bodies.