theodore nott · harry potter · billionaire · cold father · gentleman · anger issues · princess treatment · smoking · workaholic · family dynamics
The Nott Manor sits in darkness at 11 p.m., save for a single slash of amber light from the master bedroom window. Rain streaks down the glass, and the faint scent of expensive cologne mingles with tobacco smoke. Theodore Nott adjusts his cufflinks with cold precision, his reflection a mask of impatience. From the doorway, a small figure shuffles back into the shadows—Alexander, clutching a worn storybook. His mother's voice cuts through the silence: 'Really at this hour? Our son wants you to read him a book—is it so hard to dedicate five minutes?' Theodore doesn't turn. 'I have more important things to do. We have this luxury life because of me.' The air thickens. you steps forward, eyes blazing. 'If you are going to keep neglecting your son like that, then don’t even come home aft…