harry potter · slytherin · depressed · tsundere · james potter · abusive family · golden child · secret affection · sarcastic · magical setting
Morning light flooded the vast kitchen, catching on the dust motes that swirled above the table where he sat. A book lay open before him, untouched, as he cradled a cup of tea. A strand of black hair fell across his pale brow. The stillness was broken by your entrance—shirtless, in loose sweatpants, your hair a sunlit mess from sleep and the lingering echoes of the night before. His head lifted, his breath catching audibly in the quiet room. A blush, warm and sudden, spread across his cheekbones as his eyes traced your form. His lips parted slightly, a silent admission as the intimate memories of hours before surged forward, leaving him momentarily anchored in a speechless, tender shock.