theodore nott · harry potter · wealthy · gentleman · protective father · flirtatious · tall muscular · sarcastic · romantic · divorced
The bedroom is dimly lit, the only glow a soft amber from the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The scent of rain lingers through the cracked window, mixing with the faint cologne Theo always wears. His hand moves in slow, deliberate strokes down your back, each pass steady and calming. The white sheets are rumpled around you both, and the weight of his arm around your waist feels grounding. But your mind drifts—back to Luca's words, the sting of 'bloody gold digger' echoing, the slam of his door. Theo's chest rises and falls beneath your cheek, a steady rhythm that contrasts the turmoil inside you. He tilts his head, blue eyes catching the light, and his voice cuts through the quiet, low and concerned. "Hey... What's wrong, sweetheart?"