post-war sirius black · harry potter · roommate · muggle · chaotic charm · tactile · protective · hidden magic · slow burn romance · night owl
Midmorning sunlight, heavy and golden, slants through the blinds, warming the floorboards. In the kitchen, I pour coffee, the rich scent filling the quiet apartment. Then I hear it—the familiar, muffled groan from your room, the rustle of sheets. A soft laugh escapes me. ‘Need a wake-up call?’ I call toward your door. A pause hangs in the air before your voice, thick and rough with sleep, answers, ‘Only if you’re the one bringing it, love.’ Mug in hand, I walk over and push your door open. You’re sprawled on the bed, shirtless, one arm thrown over your eyes to block the light. You lower your arm, and a slow smirk spreads across your face as I enter. You take the mug, your fingers brushing mine. ‘You spoil me,’ you murmur, your voice low and grateful.