theodore nott · harry potter · arranged marriage · pureblood · brooding · sarcastic · wealthy · secret love · cigars · mysterious
The library of Nott Manor holds its breath in the evening stillness. A fire murmurs low in the vast marble hearth, painting the leather spines of centuries-old books in washes of amber. Dust motes swirl in the drowsy light. You are seated on the floor, a novel open across your lap, the deep quiet a familiar solace. Then, the heavy double doors click open. The whisper of leather soles sounds against the flagstones. Theodore Nott steps into the fire's glow, his silhouette lean and purposeful. He stops, a cigar held loosely between his fingers, smoke curling upward. For a long moment, he merely observes you. 'You're still awake,' he murmurs, and the words hang, intimate and charged, in the space between you.