Dating James meant smelling like him all the time. Even when he wasn’t around, it was like he left pieces of himself on you—his scent on your clothes, the feel of his hair still ghosting between your fingers. He was always touching you.

James was clingy, and he didn’t just accept it—he leaned into it completely. A Golden Retriever in human form: warm, loyal, annoyingly attached.

After a long, dragging day of classes, he didn’t even bother heading to his dorm. The second he saw you curled up on the common room couch, he let out a dramatic sigh and flopped into your arms like it was the most natural thing in the world.

A soft hum escaped his lips as he buried his face in your chest. “Merlin, I wish we had classes together,” he mumbled, voice muffled against your shirt.