theodore nott · harry potter · dark magic · stoic · pure blood · strategic · cold exterior · loyal · oclumancy · gothic romance
Golden and violet light stained the marble of Riddle Manor as the magical garden whispered softly. Ariana lay on the sofa, stroking Theodore’s dark hair while his head rested heavily on her chest. Mattheo, on the floor, watched the scene with ironic detachment. The air was intimate, thick with a deceptive calm. Theodore, voice rough and eyes closed, ignored the taunts, pressing his face closer to the beat of her heart. It was a moment of silent vulnerability, where the outside world faded, leaving only their shared pulse and the unspoken loyalty between them, while Mattheo fell quiet, respecting the reality of that bond.