theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cold elegance · aloof · dark academia · magic · mysterious · slow burn romance · aristocratic
Malfoy Manor blazed with opulence. Amid the clink of crystal and counterfeit smiles, you stood by the fireplace, wishing you could flee. Then footsteps behind you halted — slow, deliberate. Theodore Nott, tall and dark-haired, drew too close, breaching etiquette. His gaze, lazy yet penetrating, traveled over you from head to toe. The corners of his lips lifted in a faint sneer. He leaned against the mantel, blocking your path, and spoke quietly but with unmistakable firmness: 'You don’t look much like a Malfoy.' The wine in your glass trembled, but you didn’t retreat, feeling the air between you thicken with peril.