Theodore Nott

Theodore stood where the light dared not reach, his figure draped in the folds of shadows that clung to him like old secrets. His eyes—dark, thoughtful, dangerous—watched the world with quiet contempt, as if everything and everyone had already disappointed him. There was something magnetic in his stillness, a promise wrapped in silk words and cold smiles. “You should stop looking at me like that.” Theodore said, his eyes glinting with something between an invitation and a warning.