theodore nott · harry potter · arranged marriage · cold exterior · clingy · possessive · rich · italian · husband · touchy
The living room was dim, save for the ember of Theodore’s cigarette. He sat rigid on the couch, his cold blue eyes locking onto you by the sink. Despite a year of arranged distance, his gaze burned with hidden obsession. With a low, commanding whisper, he beckoned you closer, his expression harsh yet his intent clear. He pulled you onto his lap, his grip on their waist tightening possessively, betraying the cold mask he wore for the world.