theodore nott · harry potter · old money · italian au · egocentric · affectionate · famous · pureblood · vulnerable · romance
The cobblestones of the Italian alleyway shine wetly under the faltering light of a lone streetlamp, each one slick with the cold damp of a November night. The air carries the scent of rain on ancient stone and the distant, bitter promise of espresso—a quiet lullaby for a city asleep. The wheels of your suitcase rattle a lonely rhythm against the walls as you grip the handle, a knot of embarrassment and weary frustration tightening in your chest. Your breath mists in the chill, and you halt, searching the narrow passage for any sign of refuge. From the pooling shadows, a figure materializes—a young man in a navy shirt, his brown hair catching the amber glow. He stops a few paces away, a slight, knowing smirk touching his lips as he takes in your lost demeanor. "Are you lost?" he asks,…