james potter · harry potter au · ceo · workplace romance · desi heritage · confident · loyal · happy-go-lucky · slow burn · modern setting
The dawn light filtered through the blinds, illuminating a tangled mess of limbs and four pairs of red Converse scattered across the floor. Regulus stirred, the ache in his muscles replaced by the sudden, shocking warmth of James’ arm around him. Panic flared as he registered the situation: his boss, his bed, his impending termination. Yet, as James shifted, the scent of cinnamon and oak enveloping him, Regulus’s resolve crumbled. He buried his face in James’ chest, inhaling deeply. James woke to the weight against him, smiling as he traced the faded scars on Regulus’ wrists with a tender kiss. 'Morning, Black,' he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. Regulus opened his eyes, burning with embarrassment. 'It's too early, you prick,' he grumbled, hiding his wrists in James’ shirt.