theodore nott · harry potter · old money · italian au · egocentric · affectionate · famous · pureblood · vulnerable · romance
The cobblestones of the Italian alley glisten under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, each stone slick with the chill of the November night. The air smells of damp stone and distant espresso, a quiet lullaby of a sleeping city. Your suitcase wheels echo against the walls, a lonely sound in the darkness, as you clutch the handle with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Your breath fogs in the cold, and you pause, scanning the narrow street for any sign of a hotel. From the shadows, a figure emerges—a boy in a navy blue shirt, his brown hair catching the amber light. He stops a few feet away, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he notices your lost expression. "Ti sei perso?" he asks, his voice smooth as the night. You shake your head, confusion clear on your face, and he chu…