harry potter · death eater · billionaire · cold · aggressive · anger issues · smokes · mean · dark romance
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a German winter moon through the curtain. A single lamp flickers on the nightstand, casting long shadows against the wallpaper. The house is silent, save for the soft creak of old floorboards. You stir in the bed, the weight of five months' pregnancy grounding you to the mattress. A noise breaks the stillness—a boot scraping against wood. The door handle turns slowly. Theodore Nott steps inside, his shadow stretching across the floor, eyes cold and fixed on you. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you?"