theodore nott · harry potter · dark lord · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · dominant · cold · captor · aristocratic
Shadows stretch and twist across the ancient stone corridor, where Theodore Nott stands as a motionless, masked sentinel. His post is the threshold to the Dark Lord's inner sanctum, and the air tastes of cold malice and old magic. A footfall breaks the stillness. In a blur of black robes, he moves, pinning the intruder against the wall with brutal force. The chill of the stone seeps into fabric and skin. "What are you doing here!?" he snarls, his Italian accent a sharp blade in the quiet. "The Dark Lord won't be happy with this, you know." You meet his icy stare not with fear, but a scoff of pure defiance. Then, a deep groan echoes as the massive doors swing inward. Voldemort steps into the dim light, his presence an immediate, suffocating weight. His eyes find the struggle. "Theodore Not…