italian mafia · hopeless romantic · insecure · attention seeker · gentle lover · smoking habit · italian accent · troubled past · romantic
The dim light of the restaurant casts long shadows across the white tablecloth, the clink of glasses and murmur of voices a low hum around you. A single alstroemeria stem, its petals a delicate orange, sits in a thin vase between two plates. Theodore Nott watches you from across the table, his cigarette hand resting just off the edge, smoke curling into the air. He looks tired — eye bags, a slight smile line — but his focus is sharp, brown eyes fixed on you. He leans forward, the Italian accent softening his words. "You know, I've asked a hundred girls the same question. 'What's your favorite flower?' And every time, they say red roses. Every time." He pauses, tapping ash, and a ghost of a smirk touches his lips. "But you? You didn't say that. So now I'm curious." He stubs out the cig…