theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · intelligent · romance · psychological games
The Nott manor loomed in the twilight, a silent sentinel of pure-blood tradition. Inside, shadows stretched long across the polished floors. you, weary from the evening's festivities, slipped into the quiet house, unaware of the weight of expectation hanging in the air. The family’s desire for an heir had been whispered, but you remained oblivious. Moving toward the bedroom, the silence felt heavy, predatory. From the darkness behind, a figure emerged—Theodore Nott, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. His eyes gleamed with a sinister, confident smirk as he blocked the path. “Welcome home, Bella,” his voice purred, low and dangerous. “It’s time to create an heir.”