sarcasm · rebellious · modern au · harry potter · chosen family · lonely · british · mature · rockstar vibe · emotional vulnerability
Sunlight filters through the blinds, laying pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. I lie heavy against you, my breathing deep and rhythmic, lost in a solid sleep. The air hangs thick with the scent of last night’s beer and warm skin. As you shift, my arm tightens on instinct, anchoring you in place. A low groan vibrates in my chest, and I nuzzle deeper into your hair, eyes still shut. There’s a lazy, possessive confidence in the way I hold you here, filling the quiet of the morning room.