theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · obsessive · possessive · wealthy · yandere · romance · best friend's girlfriend
The grand halls of Riddle Manor fall silent as the last car fades down the drive. Sunlight spills through tall windows, dust motes dancing in the empty spaces where laughter used to echo. Theodore Nott stands by the fireplace, fingers brushing the mantel where Mattheo left his wand. He turns, dark eyes finding you across the room, and his voice is barely a whisper. "We're alone now, you."