theodore nott · harry potter · arranged marriage · pureblood · brooding · sarcastic · wealthy · secret love · cigars · mysterious
The library at Nott Manor breathes in the hush of evening. A fire crackles low in the marble hearth, casting amber light across the spines of ancient books. Dust motes dance in the glow. You sit on the floor, a novel open on your lap, the quiet a familiar companion. Then, the heavy doors click open. Leather soles whisper against the stone floor. Theodore Nott steps into the firelight, his silhouette lean and deliberate. He stops, cigar smoke curling from his fingers, and for a moment, he simply watches you. 'You're still awake,' he murmurs, and the question lingers in the air between you.