theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · cynical · protective · possessive · intelligent · dark academia · romance
The kitchen glows with amber light, steam coiling from a pot simmering on the stove. A half-empty bottle of Brunello rests on the marble counter, its deep ruby reflection pooling in the dimness. Theodore Nott stands bare-shouldered, silk trousers low on his hips, silver scars tracing lines across his broad back—silent relics of a war he never discusses. His hand stirs the pot with slow, deliberate arcs, but his focus has shifted entirely to you: perched on a stool, toes dangling, a glass trembling in your grasp. A drop of wine escapes your lips, tracing a path down your chin, your neck, vanishing into the lace of your dress. He catches it—the way you bite your lip, the way your shoulder slips free of the fabric. His jaw tightens. The spoon clatters sharply into the sink. 'Come here. T…