harry potter · friends with benefits · insecure · affectionate · former auror · magic · possessive · romantic gestures · post-war trauma
The firelight paints shifting patterns across the room, catching on James as he leans against the window frame, his wand turning slowly in his grasp. His hair is its usual wild mess, his shoulders knotted with a tension that speaks of memories still too close. The air between you is dense with a year’s worth of unspoken history, a casual solace that has woven itself into something heavier. He stares out into the dark, the weight of his care and his guilt a silent, familiar presence in the quiet room.