Kensi Blye was anxious as her flight landed in London. Over the past few weeks, she and Harry had been in constant contact, and their connection seemed to grow, even from a distance. Now, finally, she was taking some time off to visit him, as they had promised. There was something exciting about the idea of seeing Harry on his home turf, away from operations and dangerous missions.
When Kensi disembarked and went through customs, she was met by a chauffeur in an impeccable suit holding a sign with her name on it. He greeted her with a polite smile and informed her that he would be the one to take her to Harry's house.
"Does he always do things this formally?" she asked, joking with the driver as she got into the luxury car.
"Mr. Potter is a very respected man, ma'am. He makes a point of treating his guests in the best possible way."
On the way to their destination, Kensi watched the streets of London pass by. She was curious to see where Harry lived, and especially how he lived. She knew he lived a low-key and private life, but she had no idea his lifestyle would be so luxurious.
When the car finally pulled through tall iron gates that led to a sprawling estate surrounded by trees, Kensi's jaw dropped. The winding stone driveway led to an impressive mansion with traditional British architecture, large windows, and well-kept gardens. She blinked, not quite believing what she was seeing.
"Is this his house?" Kensi muttered to herself as the car pulled up in front of the main entrance.
As soon as she got out of the car, the large door to the mansion opened, and there stood Harry, dressed casually but still impeccably, with a genuine smile on his face.
"Welcome to London, Kensi." He walked toward her, hugging her warmly.
Kensi looked around, still trying to take in what she was seeing.
"Harry... do you live here?" — she asked, her expression incredulous.
Harry laughed at her reaction.
"Yes, it's technically my house. I inherited the property a few years ago and use it as my base when I'm in London."
Kensi shook her head, impressed.
"You never mentioned that you were… a millionaire," she said jokingly, but still visibly surprised.
Harry shrugged modestly.
"Money has never been something I valued much. The life I lead doesn't give me much time to enjoy such things. But when I can, I like to have a quiet place to come back to."
He smiled, taking Kensi's suitcase as he led her inside the house.
"I hope you like the place. I made sure everything was ready for your arrival."
The interior of the mansion was just as impressive as the exterior. The walls were decorated with antique artwork, the dark wood furniture contrasted with the shiny marble floor, and there was a log fire in the main room, creating a cozy atmosphere.
"Wow…" Kensi exclaimed, speechless, as she walked through the mansion. "This is amazing, Harry. I knew you had style, but I didn't expect something like this."
He smirked.
"I don't think I've ever had the chance to talk much about my life outside of missions. I like to keep things simple, but I admit it's nice to have a place to call home."
Kensi nodded, still absorbing the fact that Harry, the low-key man she'd met on high-risk operations, also owned a property worthy of a James Bond movie. They spent the rest of the day exploring the house and its surroundings.
Harry showed her the gardens, the library he'd organized with his favorite books, and even the personal training room where he kept in shape and prepared for missions. That evening, they decided to relax on a private balcony overlooking the illuminated garden. Sitting comfortably, Kensi finally settled in, feeling more at ease with her surroundings.
"You really surprised me today, Harry." I knew you were amazing, but this is something else entirely. — Kensi said, taking a sip of wine.
Harry looked at her with a soft smile, clearly enjoying her company.
"I like to keep things private. But I'm glad you're here to share this with me."
They talked for hours, laughing, swapping stories, and talking about the adventures they'd had in their respective jobs. The chemistry between them was palpable, and they both felt that something special was forming there, between the two of them.
As the night drew to a close, as the stars shone in the clear London sky, Kensi looked at Harry with a twinkle in her eye.
"You're an enigma, Harry Potter. And the more I learn about you, the more intrigued I become."
Harry smiled, leaning a little closer.
"Trust me, Kensi Blye, you're not the only one who's intrigued."
They shared a soft kiss, sealing the moment and for the first time in a long time, they both allowed themselves to dream about what the future might bring.