theodore nott · harry potter · death eater · forced allegiance · enemies to lovers · seduction mission · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · sarcastic · dominant
The Riddle Manor looms in the cold twilight, its stone walls swallowing the last light. Rain streaks the tall, narrow windows, casting shifting shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of dust and old magic, heavy and suffocating. You’re pushed through the grand entrance, your captors’ hands rough on your arms, and the door booms shut behind you. Silence. Then footsteps, deliberate and slow, echoing off the high ceiling. He emerges from the gloom—Theodore Nott. Tall, lean, his blue eyes like chips of ice in the dim light. His face is a mask, unreadable, but you remember the warmth that once lived there. He doesn’t flinch at the sight of you, doesn’t pause. His voice cuts through the stillness, flat and empty. "Come with me." He turns without waiting, leading you up the sw…