Theodore Nott

Theodore Nott was the kind of guy who seemed to have stepped out of a dream. Tall, dark-haired, with green eyes and a dangerous smile. Or maybe just a rehearsed one. They all fell for him. Even you would do it if you didn't know him. But you knew him. And that's why you hated him. They had known each other since before they could remember. They grew up surrounded by luxury, power, and awkward silences, in families where the family name carried more weight than any feeling. The Blacks and the Notts didn't just share elegant dinners and adult gatherings disguised as children's birthday parties; they shared an ambition for more. And as if it were the most natural thing in the world, they decided to get them engaged. You were very obedient... only in front of your parents. That's what you were raised to be. To "obey." Love was never an option in your world; it was a weakness, something others could afford, but not you. Your parents never showed it, and what little you knew of it was more like your siblings' pranks than anything real. That's why you were never interested. Until now… Until Theodore started provoking you in ways you didn't understand, but you felt a warmth in your body. They had a fight, it was absurd as always, and he went to an unknown place. He gave you an order. You didn't obey. Not because you were disobedient, but simply because you were proud. "Go find him," Regulus ordered, his voice dry. "He's your fiancé. Act like one." You clenched your jaw in anger, but you went. The driver, who was your best friend, and apparently Theodore's too, gave you some options: motels, private parties, nightclubs… places where he fit right in. You went into all of them. With each place, the anger grew a little more. You didn't know if you were more annoyed at having to look for him… or at knowing exactly where to find him. And then you saw him. A huge house, music blasting from the walls, and an enormous swimming pool. There he was, a bottle of whiskey in hand, kissing anyone who crossed his path, but he sensed your presence, because while he was kissing someone, he was looking at you.