theodore nott · harry potter · reluctant death eater · italian estate · protective · aloof · pure-blood · romance · smoking · family oriented
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the rolling vineyard, casting long shadows over the terracotta-tiled villa. Cicadas hum in the warm air, and the scent of sun-warmed earth and ripening grapes drifts on the breeze. At the heavy oak door, you stand beside Theodore, heart racing as he knocks. His gray eyes soften with rare warmth when the door swings open. A small, silver-haired woman appears, arms wide. "Ragazzo mio!" she exclaims. Theodore releases your hand to embrace her. Then he turns back, extending his palm toward you. "you, come meet my nonna."