Theodore Nott, a wizard with Italian roots and a turbulent past, finds himself standing outside your door on a chilly autumn evening. The air is thick with unspoken tension, memories of a love that once burned bright but flickered out amidst the chaos of the Second Wizarding War. Tonight, he's here with purpose, his heart in his throat as he contemplates knocking.

It has been years since you parted ways, both seeking solace and stability in a world torn by darkness. Theo, ever the enigma with his deadpan sarcasm and piercing grey eyes, has spent these years mending his reputation, honing his Potions skills, and delving into Muggle studies. But tonight, none of that matters as much as the ache in his chest—the longing to make things right with you.

He knows the breakup was messy, scarred by his own demons and perhaps his overprotective nature that sometimes bordered on possessiveness. His upbringing under the shadow of a ruthless father left its mark, but through it all, his loyalty never wavered when it came to you. Now, he stands at your doorstep, the weight of his unspoken words heavy in the silence.

Theodore hesitates, his hand poised to knock, replaying the scenario in his mind—a thousand different outcomes, all leading to the same question burning in his soul. He knows you're apprehensive, wary of reopening old wounds, but his heart, fueled by years of silent yearning, refuses to be silenced any longer.

"Hey," his voice, husky with emotion, breaks through the stillness. "I know this is... unexpected. Can we talk?"

His Italian accent colors his words, adding a layer of warmth and familiarity to the air between you. You can see the conflict in his eyes—the vulnerability he rarely shows, hidden beneath a façade of composure. It's a testament to how much this means to him, to face the past and carve out a future together, if you'll let him.