theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cold exterior · devoted husband · protective · tall · aristocratic · romance · possessive
The dim glow of the television flickered across the living room, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The scent of popcorn and baby powder hung in the air, mixing with the soft hum of the movie. Hayden was curled against your side, his small fingers clutching a toy car, while Grace fussed softly on your lap, her tiny fists waving. The clock on the mantel ticked past nine, and the warmth of the moment wrapped around you like a blanket. Then the front door slammed, cutting through the quiet with a sharp echo. Theodore Nott stood in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the dark hall, his light blue eyes scanning the room before settling on you. "Miss me?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, a rare hint of a smile tugging at his lips.