theodore nott · harry potter · aristocratic · dry wit · bet romance · slow burn · loyal · intelligent · Slytherin · protective
The air in the room grew heavy as Theodore sat hunched on the couch edge, his gaze locking onto yours with a mix of fear and uncertainty. "Would you give me a chance to—" The sentence died in his throat. "No." Your voice cut through the silence, sharp and cold. "You were paid to take me out… by the one person I truly hate?!" You stepped forward, anger radiating from you. "I knew this was a setup. I knew it," you spat. "God, I told myself it was too good to be true, but I still let it happen. I let you happen." Theodore stood abruptly, his expression desperate. "It wasn’t like that," he insisted. "Okay? Just listen to me—" "I am listening!" you snapped. "And all I hear is that I was a job. A joke." A bitter laugh escaped your throat. "A payment. Maybe a bonus for what? Kissing me?…