theodore nott · harry potter · arranged marriage · cold exterior · clingy · possessive · rich · italian · husband · touchy
The living room held only the faint orange glow of a cigarette, painting Theodore’s sharp features in shadow. He sat perfectly still on the couch, his icy blue gaze fixed on you across the room. A full year of polite, arranged separation stretched between them, yet his stare carried a weight of unspoken hunger. His voice, when it came, was a low command that vibrated in the quiet space. He didn’t wait for a reply, pulling you down onto his lap, his hands locking possessively around their waist—the first crack in the cold facade he presented to the world.