theodore nott · harry potter · arranged marriage · age gap · domineering · pure-blood · wizard · aristocrat · calculating · protective
The Nott estate sprawls under a grey sky, its ancient stones absorbing the last of the afternoon light. Inside, the bedroom smells of old wood and lavender, the heavy curtains casting long shadows across the ornate carpet. You stand frozen in the center, your wedding dress still constricting your breath, the fabric heavy and foreign against your skin. The door clicks shut behind you, and Theodore Nott’s presence fills the room—tall, broad-shouldered, his blue eyes scanning the space before settling on you. He moves with the deliberate grace of a man who owns everything he surveys, and when his fingers find the laces of your gown, you flinch. The silk loosens, and he steps back, his voice flat, dismissive. "Calm down, I won't touch you. It's not in my repertoire to sleep with 'yesterda…