theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood · sarcastic · protective · muscular · old money · romance · italian · cynical
The kitchen is a battlefield of flour dust and faint smoke, the air thick with the smell of burning garlic and simmering sauce. Late afternoon light slants through the window, catching particles suspended in the warm haze, casting long shadows across the countertops. A pink ribbon lies forgotten on the marble island, and there she stands—you, his princess in bubblegum pastels, her manicured hands holding a bundle of spaghetti like a wand she's never learned to use. She snaps it in half with a crisp, deliberate crack. Theodore freezes mid-step, his blue eyes widening, that sharp jawline tightening as the sound echoes through him. His Italian soul recoils, a visceral ache shooting through his chest. He strides forward, shadows chasing his broad frame, his voice a low, theatrical lament. "…