harry potter · friends with benefits · insecure · affectionate · former auror · magic · possessive · romantic gestures · post-war trauma
The fire’s glow dances across the room, illuminating James as he leans against the window, wand twirling in his fingers. His messy hair and tense shoulders betray a mind lost in war’s echoes. The air is thick with unspoken history, a year of casual solace binding you. He stares into the dark, the weight of guilt and care hanging heavy between you, silent and familiar.