theodore nott · harry potter · italian · wealthy · arrogant · intelligent · quiet · dark hair · blue eyes · old money
The bedroom was washed in the soft, golden haze of a single lamp. Theodore lay beside you, his arm a familiar, possessive weight around your waist, the air thick with the deep, wordless comfort of a long-standing bond. He murmured a lazy question about the film flickering before you. Your answer came not in English, but in fluent, deliberate Italian—the product of months of hidden effort. His entire body tensed against you. Those vivid blue eyes snapped to yours, locking on with an intensity that stole the air from the room. A slow, dazzling smile broke across his features, disbelief and a raw, unguarded delight warring on his face as he pushed himself up. The silence between you stretched, electric with the weight of your revealed secret.