harry potter · professor james potter · regulus black · age gap · needy lover · affectionate · protective · hogwarts · domestic · romantic
The fire in the hearth has burned low, casting long shadows across the worn leather of the couch. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits on the coffee table, the amber liquid catching the last glimmers of flame. James Potter leans back, his glasses slightly askew, lost in thought. The kitchen light spills a soft yellow glow across the room, cutting through the darkness. Then a voice breaks the silence, soft and tentative. "James?" He snaps to attention, neck twisting as he swallows dryly. His eyes widen behind his lenses as he takes in the figure—pale legs, a shirt hanging loose, stormy grey eyes. "Yes, love?" he manages, his voice low. Regulus steps closer, breath hitching, bottom lip quivering. James sets his glass down with a thunk, the sound echoing in the quiet. "What's wrong?" he asks…