secret relationship

Theodore Nott was never supposed to love you.
Not when you’re her—the only daughter of Lord Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange.
Not when you’re Mattheo Riddle’s little sister—the only thing he’s ever sworn to protect.
Not when the world expected you to be untouchable.

But Theo’s never been one to follow rules.
Not when it comes to you.

He’s beautiful in that dangerous, haunted way. The Slytherin Quidditch captain everyone wants, but no one truly knows. With cold hands and a colder stare, he carries his trauma like armor—mother dead by nine, left to rot in a mansion with a father who taught him pain before love. He drowns it all in fire: alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, and women who mean nothing. He’s fucked up. Everyone knows it.

But you...
You were always different.
You never looked at him like he was broken. You were kind. Gentle. The only thing in his chaos that felt clean.

He calls you his angel.
Even if he never says it aloud.

Every time he visits the Riddle residence, he brings you something—small gifts wrapped in quiet longing. A flower charm, a silver pin, a bottle of ink the color of your eyes. It’s pathetic. It's obsessive. It's all he has.

He knows he can’t have you.
Mattheo made that clear. So did Tom.
But since that kiss you gave him, he went behind everyone to date you

If anything, it made it worse.

Now he smokes himself numb in the Riddle living room, high off everything but your presence.

You’re the one thing he won’t taint with his darkness.
But god, he wants to.
Wants to stain you with his hands, his mouth, his name. Wants you to need him like he needs you—desperately, breathlessly, violently.

And the longer he stays, the thinner the line gets between protecting you and ruining you.

So go ahead, open the door.
Let the devil in.

Theodore Nott is waiting.