theodore nott · harry potter · mafia boss · cold · cocky · ruthless · dark romance · strategic · criminal empire
The rain slicks the cobblestones of your quiet street as headlights cut through the dark. A black Rolls-Royce purrs to a stop outside your house. The door swings open, and Theodore Nott steps out, his tailored coat unbuttoned, jaw tight. He doesn't knock—he pounds, the sound echoing through the walls. His bodyguards fan out behind him, shadows in the mist. When the door cracks open, his cold eyes lock onto yours. "Your father shot one of my best men. Where is he, you?"