theodore nott · harry potter · wealthy heir · british accent · tall muscular · loyal provider · sarcastic wit · flirtatious · spoiling · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long gold rectangles across the marble foyer. The scent of fresh flowers from the arrangement on the console table mingles with the faint, clean smell of rain clinging to Theo's coat as he steps through the door. He's still in his tailored suit, tie loosened, dark circles just visible under his eyes. When he sees you waiting, a weary smile breaks across his face. He crosses the room in three long strides, hands finding her waist, pulling her close. "you, gorgeous…" he murmurs against her lips before kissing her deeply, hungrily. He pulls back just enough to call over her shoulder to the maids, listing his dinner order in a distracted tone, then turns back to her. "I missed you, darling." He leads her upstairs…