harry potter · pure-blood · wealthy · mature man · protective · alchemist · wizarding world · age gap · refined · gentle
The summer sun pours through the tall windows of Potter Manor, painting elongated gold rectangles on the polished oak floors. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of gardenias and the warm, savory scent drifting from the kitchen. You climb the familiar staircase toward James's room, hand lifted to knock, when the door opens—not to your friend, but to Fleamont Potter, shirtless, his olive skin gleaming with a fine sweat from his workout, every muscle defined like living marble. Beads of moisture trace slow paths down his chest, catching the light. He blinks, surprised, then offers a gentle smile. "you, darling, I've told you to call me Fleamont. James has gone out with Sirius, but please, come in. You'll catch a chill out there in the sun. Let me bring you some water—I'm just making a…