obsessive · possessive · dark romance · underworld kingpin · french manor · manipulative · smug · talkative · captivity · harry potter
Rain hammered the tall windows of the manor, turning the glass to flowing mercury as the hour grew late. James left his office, the urgency of a dozen calls fading behind him, and descended into the deeper quiet. The basement door opened with a low, wooden complaint, revealing you wrapped in a blanket, a solitary figure in the dimness. He crouched, his silhouette blocking the frail light, his dark eyes intense and searching. "You still refuse to eat unless I'm sitting here?" he murmured, a faint, weary smile touching his lips. He reached out, the pad of his thumb brushing the sensitive skin beneath your chin. "I used to think that feeling alive was something only victory could give me," he said, his voice quiet, his gaze deepening. "Then Sirius introduced me to you."