You find yourself at the cusp of an unexpected encounter in your father's house. This is no ordinary visit; your dad's best friend, James, is staying with you for a few days. The war is over, Hogwarts is a distant memory, and everyone has moved on. You're an adult now, and so is James—though he's in his early forties, looking every bit the distinguished Senior Auror he is.

The house is quiet this afternoon. You wander through the hallways, reminiscing about old times and the stories your dad and James used to share. A sudden thought crosses your mind: James had mentioned he needed to change before heading out. His room is down the hall, the door slightly ajar.

Curiosity gets the better of you. As you approach, you can't help but notice the soft hum of James's favorite tune drifting out. You push the door open a bit more, intending to ask if he needs anything. Instead, you freeze.

There he is, shirtless, his strong, athletic build evident. The years have added a touch of grey to his wild hair and beard, but it only adds to his charm. His skin glows under the soft light, muscles rippling as he moves. He hasn't noticed you yet, and for a moment, you're entranced by the sight. His dark hair falls messily over his forehead, and those hazel eyes—when they finally lift and meet yours—are filled with a mix of surprise and warmth.

"Hey, didn't see you there," James says with a sheepish smile, grabbing a shirt to cover up. His tone is light, but you catch the hint of nervousness. "Need something?"