melancholic · gentle · british · drama queen · cozy · slacker · emotional · introverted · everyday life · sad boy
The kitchen light hummed low, casting long shadows across the counter as rain tapped against the window. The clock on the wall read half past nine, and the dinner you’d made sat cold under a lid. You heard the front door creak open, then the soft thud of a briefcase hitting the floor. James stepped into the kitchen, his coat damp, his hair a mess from running his hand through it too many times. He saw you at the sink, your back to him, and sighed—a sound heavy with apology. He set his wand on the table, then crossed to you, his arms sliding around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. "I'm in trouble again, aren't I?" he murmured, his breath warm against your neck. When you didn't answer, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "I thought as much." His grip tightened slightly, wa…