❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧... ❞
theodore nott x fem oc
*very slow burn*
this book is written for, and dedicated to all swifties out there.
rated mature for explicit violence, graphic de...
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IT IS AT THIS POINT that the writer lets out a knowing sigh, replacing her old sheet of paper with a new one.
If it were up to her, Ophelia would go up to the Astronomy tower and kill herself because the writer does not like her.
But unfortunately, that is not what happened.
The writer thinks that the readers can predict what happens next, as it is extremely cliché and cringe, like all the romance novels on the planet.
Ophelia goes up to the Astronomy tower, but she is not alone.
The writer is willing to bet one million bucks Theo would be there.
It is to no one's surprise, that the writer is correct in administering that fact.
Indeed, when Ophelia reached the top of the tower, she went through no difficulty in recognizing Theo, who was seated on the wooden floor, leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette.
It was dark, the sun had already set, and the moon was out, casting a dull glow on half of Theo's face. Even in the feeble illumination that the moon bestowed, she could see the dark, drying blood that contrasted against his skin.
She didn't announce her presence right away, she stood where she was, a few feet away from him, her gray eyes transfixed on his figure. He looked really, really hurt, and Ophelia couldn't stop staring at the bruises that began to form all over his bloody face.
The cigarette dangled from his fingers loosely, as if he would hold it properly, the bruises on his knuckles would hurt too much. Clouds of smoke left his parted lips, and his eyes were closed slightly.
Ophelia could never tolerate the smell of cigarette smoke, but now, she was getting accustomed to it the more time she spent with Theo. In fact, she had grown to sort of like the smell.
"You need to go to the hospital wing," she commented, stepping into the light so his eyes fell on her.
Theo let out a dry chuckle. "Been stalking me, Principessa?"
She shook her head, taking a step closer to him.
"Then how'd you know where to find me?" Theo took a long drag of his cigarette.
Ophelia shrugged slightly. "I didn't. I was going to come here for a little fresh air..."
"Are you okay?" Theo asked her tenderly, his dark blue eyes focused on every little movement she made in order to settle down beside him. "You look upset."
That was all it took for Ophelia to move from her place and sit directly in front of Theo, making sure she was the only thing in front of him.
"What did you mean?" she asked, her gray eyes demanding answers.
"What did I mean when?" Theo asked, utterly confused, bringing her closer to himself by placing his bruised fingers on her thighs and pulling her towards him.
