IreneWritesGee
Amber Vale has rules. No distractions. No drama. And absolutely no James Sirius Potter.
But when Hogwarts forces them into a shared project, tension turns into late-night arguments... and one impulsive kiss they both pretend to forget. Just once, they agree. Just for fun. No strings.
Except James is all charm and chaos, and Amber is fire in disguise-and somewhere between stolen glances, whispered threats, and pretending they don't care, "nothing" becomes everything.
They swore it didn't mean a thing.
So why does it feel like falling?