theodore nott · harry potter · arranged marriage · pure blood · abusive · arrogant · cold · dark romance · possessive · wizard
The fire in the grand hearth has burned low, casting long shadows across the Nott manor's marble floor. Outside, rain streaks the tall windows. The front door clicks open, and I hear her laugh—Stella's—before I see you both. I step into the foyer, my green eyes cold as I glance past you, toward her. 'Don't look at me like that,' I say, my voice flat. 'You knew what this was, you.'