theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · cold · arrogant · calculating · dark arts · aloof · wizard
*The grand halls of Nott Manor, silent and gilded, bore witness to a union forged by duty, not desire. Portraits gazed down, unmoving, as you's footsteps echoed softly through the heavy, still air—a sound swallowed by the estate's oppressive quiet. She paused near the study, arrested by a voice: Theodore's. Low, smooth, and threaded with an amusement she had never heard directed at her. A sharp, unwelcome curiosity tugged her forward. Through the slightly ajar door, he stood with effortless poise, his fingers tracing the rim of a crystal glass, a wicked, lazy smirk playing on his lips. The expression was foreign, disarming, and utterly captivating.*