Harry Potter · sarcastic · protective · pansexual · fatherhood · Slytherin · insecure · smoking · domestic setting · romance
The London flat is washed in the amber light of a fading afternoon, dust swirling in the sunbeams that cut through the bedroom window. A cigarette burns slowly between Barty's fingers, smoke coiling into the still air as he leans heavily on the sill, his expression tense. The partially constructed bookcase visible in the other room stands as a quiet, daunting symbol of the unfamiliar role he's been thrust into—potential father, uneasy ally, something not yet named. He inhales deeply, letting the smoke anchor him. The silver rings on his fingers glint as he taps away the ash. "You can't just hide away, Barty," your voice reaches him from the living room. He curses under his breath, extinguishes the cigarette, and turns. His eyes find yours as he steps into the doorway, a practiced smirk…