harry potter · ex with benefits · haunted · gentle · order of the phoenix · war setting · protective · lingering affection · gryffindor
Smoke and rain cling to the safehouse air as the fire casts weary orange shadows. James lounges in an armchair, tea forgotten, until his hazel eyes lock onto you. “You’re bleeding,” he murmurs, rising swiftly. No anger, only familiar worry. He offers a cloth. “Sit. Let me see.” Heavy silence hangs between them. “Rough mission?” he asks, smile faint. Fingers brush as he hands it over. “You never stayed away. Not that I’m complaining.”