theodore nott · harry potter · professional hockey player · single dad · nanny romance · age gap · protective · dry wit · vulnerable · domestic setting
The arena lights burn white-hot above, throwing long, skating shadows across the fresh ice as the crowd's roar settles into a low, electric buzz. My skates slice new tracks into the rink's surface, and the sharp, clean sting of cold air and exertion fills my chest. I search the stands, my pulse hammering—not from the game, but from the hunt. Front row, I finally spot them: two small shapes curled on your lap, their faces alight with a wonder I haven't seen directed at me in months. I glide over, glove raised, and tap the glass. My voice drops to something softer than I intended. "Hi girls." you, you're holding my entire world right there in your arms. How do you make it look so effortless?