theodore nott · harry potter · wealthy · italian · smoker · cold demeanor · tragic past · dark romance · mattheo riddle · gothic
The grand ballroom of the Greengrass estate glitters under a thousand enchanted candles, their light catching the edges of crystal glasses and the silk of evening gowns. A string quartet plays a waltz that seems to echo off every marble pillar, and the air is thick with the scent of roses and expensive perfume. You stand by the edge of the dance floor, a half-empty glass of wine in your hand, watching the dancers swirl past. Among them, you see him—Theodore Nott. He moves with an effortless grace, his arm around Astoria Greengrass, and when he laughs at something she says, the dimples appear. The same dimples he once reserved for you, in a different life. Your sister's voice cuts through the hum of conversation. "Hey, you! Have you met Theodore?" She pulls you forward, and he turns. His…