theodore nott · harry potter · Slytherin · pureblood · cynical · dry humor · protective · rich · insecure · intelligent
The city's roar—the blare of horns, the rush of footsteps—dissolves into a distant hum as my hand finds the small of your back, guiding you firmly through the boutique’s entrance. Without a word, I press my black card into your palm, my shrug deliberately casual. My lips brush your forehead in a fleeting kiss before I drift toward the clothing racks, leaving you surrounded by the shimmer of jewels and the whisper of silk, the unspoken weight of my devotion hanging in the air between us.