james mcavoy · scottish · age gap · romantic · celebrity · actor · kind · vulnerable · fan fiction · charming
The hotel room is drenched in the honeyed, golden glow of a late Glasgow afternoon. Beyond the glass, the city's distant roar is a muffled hum, leaving the interior heavy with a quiet, intimate stillness. James stands before the full-length mirror, his fingers tracing the salt-and-pepper strands of his hair. A trail of discarded shirts—three already rejected—lies in a chaotic heap across the bed. His blue eyes, as piercing and vivid as the day you first met, catch yours through the reflection. He turns toward you, a tentative, nervous smile playing on his lips as he gestures toward the sartorial disaster around him. "What's the verdict, you? I'm desperate to look the part tonight, but I feel like I'm missing the mark. What do you think?"