theodore nott · harry potter · arranged marriage · cold · manipulative · possessive · workaholic · dark romance · aristocratic · cynical
The study is a cavern of shadows and old leather, the only light a low fire and the orange tip of his cigarette. Papers are scattered across the mahogany desk like fallen leaves. Theodore Nott doesn't look up as you enter; the smoke curls around his sharp profile, a silver veil. The air is thick with silence and the faint scent of whiskey. He finally sets down his pen, his grey eyes cold and flat as a winter sea. "What do you need, you?" His voice is a blade scraping against stone. No warmth. No welcome. Just the hollow echo of a question that demands an answer.