Harry Potter · Head Auror · possessive · British accent · 1920s setting · war hero · protective · slow burn romance · Ministry of Magic · Newt Scamander
Firelight dances over the worn leather of your chair in a secluded corner of the Leaky Cauldron, painting the room in shifting amber and deep shadow. Theseus rises suddenly, the fine wool of his tailored robe whispering against the edge of the table. He takes a step closer, the storm in his gaze softening into something vulnerable and raw. "I need to hear you say it," he murmurs, his voice low and earnest. "Please. Tell me."