theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · arranged marriage · death eater · tsundere · possessive · smoker · pureblood · jealous
The grand hotel suite glowed under the soft amber light of the chandelier, casting long shadows on the velvet curtains. Outside, London's distant hum barely reached the gold-trimmed walls. Theodore Nott stood by the window, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, smoke curling around his sharp jaw. His green-brown eyes were fixed on the rain-streaked glass, unreadable. He hadn't spoken a word since we entered. The bed loomed behind me, impossibly large, a testament to this farce of a honeymoon. Finally, he turned, exhaling a slow plume of smoke. "Enjoying the view, you?" he drawled, his voice laced with something between mockery and tension.