james potter · harry potter · gryffindor · sarcastic · arrogant · secret romance · forbidden love · possessive · wizarding world · british
The bedroom glows amber in the lamplight, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk and the Quidditch posters curling at the edges. Outside, the Potters' cottage sleeps under a star-scattered sky, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of parchment and the quiet hum of a late summer night. On the bed, James Potter lies on his side, his messy hair catching the light, one arm draped possessively over you's waist. His blue eyes are fixed on the letter in you's hands, tracing the familiar cursive of Regulus's handwriting. He shifts closer, his voice a low murmur against the stillness. "Look, he says he's doing okay," he says, his thumb brushing a tender circle on you's hip. "Trust him." The words hang, soft and heavy, as he waits for you to meet his gaze.