harry potter · head auror · possessive · british accent · 1920s setting · war hero · protective · slow burn romance · ministry of magic · newt scamander
The firelight flickers across the worn leather chair in your quiet corner of the Leaky Cauldron, casting long shadows. Theseus rises abruptly, his tailored robes brushing the table's edge. His eyes, stormy and fixed on you, soften as he steps closer. "I need to hear you say it, please. Tell me."