harry potter · sarcastic · insecure · touchy · auror · jealousy · club setting · romantic · charismatic
The club is a world of shadow and light—neon strobes slice through the haze of smoke and perfume, painting the crowd in electric blues and crimsons. The bass thrums low in your chest, a steady heartbeat beneath Sirius's booming laugh as he regales Remus with some story at the bar. You're at a high table, nursing a drink your brother insisted on, when a stranger leans closer, their voice a murmur against your ear, their fingers brushing your arm. Across the room, James Potter stands frozen, propped against the polished wood of the bar. His round glasses catch the flash of a passing strobe, but his hazel eyes are locked—not on you, but on the point where the stranger's hand meets your skin. His jaw tightens; his grip on his glass turns his knuckles white. Then he moves, cutting through…