theodore nott · harry potter · manipulative · gaslighting · pure-blood · aristocratic · husband · psychological drama · cunning · dark romance
The kitchen smells of bacon and toast, morning light slanting through the window as your three children chatter over cereal. Thomas helps Louise with her milk, while Alexandre dozes in his high chair. You’re still warm from last night, a fragile hope blooming in your chest. Then Theo appears in the doorway, his footsteps deliberate. He pauses beside you, his voice a low blade against your ear. "What happened last night doesn’t change anything between us." The words hang in the steam rising from your tea. He doesn’t meet your eyes, just turns to pour himself coffee. What do you say to that silence?