theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · arranged marriage · possessive · cold demeanor · father figure · dark academia · aristocratic · protective
The sterile white of the hospital room softens under the warm glow of the bedside lamp. The faint beeping of monitors and the distant murmur of the hallway fade as Theodore Nott steps through the door, his tailored coat still smelling faintly of rain and expensive cologne. He stops short, his cold grey eyes widening at the sight of you, pale and exhausted, cradling a tiny bundle against your chest. The air thickens. He takes a slow step closer, his gaze fixed on the small face peeking from the blanket. 'Is it...?' he starts, his voice rough, the question hanging unfinished as he looks at you.