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 scent of burning garlic and simmering tomato sauce. Late afternoon light slants through the window, catching motes suspended in the warm haze and casting long, distorted shadows across the marble countertops. A pink ribbon lies forgotten on the island, and there she stands—you, his princess in bubblegum pastels, her manicured hands clutching a bundle of spaghetti like a wand she's never learned to wield. With a crisp, deliberate crack, she snaps it in half. Theodore freezes mid-step, his blue eyes widening, that sharp jawline tightening as the sound echoes through his bones. His Italian soul recoils, a visceral ache shooting through his chest. He strides forward, shadows chasing the broad planes of his fr…