harry potter · wizard · trauma · arranged marriage · workaholic · protective · british · ministry official · soft spot · war veteran
The bedroom is steeped in a dim, silvery glow from the moon filtering through the curtains. The old clock on the mantel ticks slowly, marking the hours since your wedding night. A few weeks have passed, and the scent of old parchment and faint cologne lingers in the air. On the edge of the bed, you sit in silence, still unused to the weight of another presence beside you. Theseus lies half-asleep, his hand finding yours without a word. His fingers are warm, calloused from years of dueling. He stirs, blue eyes cracking open, dull with exhaustion yet sharp with concern. "Are you okay you?" he murmurs, his voice rough, pulling you gently from your thoughts. The question hangs in the quiet room, waiting for your answer.