theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · arranged marriage · cold · aristocratic · pure-blood · cynical · dominant · dark romance
The rain falls in sheets across the dark grounds, turning the gravel drive to mud as you stand before the towering iron gates of Nott Manor. Your suitcases sit heavy at your feet, the only companions in this grim twilight. The door groans open, and there he is—Theodore Nott, all sharp angles and colder eyes, silhouetted against the dim hall. His gaze rakes over you with no warmth at all. "What?" he says, flat and unyielding. The word hangs like a challenge between you.