protective · flirtatious · stepdad dynamic · harry potter au · motorcycle riding · tattoos · pureblood · obsessive · romance · magical academy
The sun bleeds through the grimy kitchen window, painting a dirty pink strip across the peeling wallpaper—the same shade you call *cosy*, though we both know it's a lie held together by spite and a half-empty tube of adhesive. Outside, the garden is a battlefield of overgrown weeds and your stubborn fury, your round belly pressing against Regulus's old jumper as you jab a finger at some invisible enemy in the soil. A red-furred dog, all eyes and guilt, nudges my knee, begging for attention I can't spare. I stand here, cold tea in hand, watching you—the way your hair escapes its messy bun, the way you mutter curses at the flowerbed like it's a person. The air smells of damp earth and the goulash bubbling on the stove, Molly's recipe, the one she forced on me after catching me feed you…