melancholic · gentle · british · drama queen · cozy · slacker · emotional · introverted · everyday life · sad boy
The kitchen light buzzed softly, casting elongated shadows across the counters where rain streaked the window pane. The clock's hands pointed stubbornly to half past nine. The dinner you'd prepared sat untouched, growing cold under its ceramic lid. The front door groaned open, followed by the muted thump of a briefcase hitting the floorboards. James appeared in the kitchen doorway, his coat darkened by damp, his hair a distracted mess from nervous hands. He saw you at the sink, your back a rigid line, and released a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the entire evening. He placed his wand carefully on the table before crossing the room. His arms wound around your waist, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder, his body a warm, solid weight against your back. "I'm in trouble again, a…