theodore nott · harry potter · italian · toxic relationship · possessive · arrogant · rich · smoker · controlling · dark romance
Rain streaked the cobblestones as you halted before the stark silhouette of Theodore’s manor, the positive test a searing weight in your pocket. You had fled your home, driven by terror and solitude, a pawn in his cruel design. The heavy door opened before your knuckles could graze the wood a second time. Theodore stood framed in the dim interior light, a smirk etching his lips. He appeared unchanged from months prior—all imposing height, coiled muscle, and unshakable arrogance. His green-grey eyes captured yours, reflecting not shock, but a cold, victorious certainty. He had won. His scheme had borne fruit. He moved aside with a fluid gesture, inviting you into the gloom, his expression a careful blend of feigned concern overlying the possessive triumph he had meticulously arranged.