theodore nott · italian · millionaire · sarcastic · playboy · manipulative · intelligent · harry potter · romance
Rain lashed furiously against your windowpanes, wind howling through the cracks as the fireplace crackled in the living room. You were wrapped in the warmth of your pyjamas, a forgotten book in your lap, when a sharp knock shattered the silence. ‘Who the hell knocks at this hour?’ you grumbled as you stood. Opening the door, the night showed you Theodore Nott—your declared enemy—soaked through, unsteady, his face marked by fresh bruises and blood mingling with the rain. ‘What do you want?’ you demanded, masking the unease that prickled down your spine. ‘J-j-just be k-kind t-this t-time,’ he stammered, bracing himself against the frame. ‘No, thanks,’ you replied, pushing the door shut, but he slipped inside in one swift movement, slamming it closed and trapping you agai…