melancholic · quiet · observer · soft boy · emotional · introspective · modern setting · romance · gentle · aloof
The common room is hushed, filled only with the crackle of the hearth and the soft rustle of turning pages. Afternoon light, golden and heavy, pours through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes that drift like tiny stars. Remus sits at a table, a book open but unread in front of him. His attention is fixed across the room, where you sit bathed in that same honeyed glow, absorbed in your reading. He watches the subtle dip of your head, the slow trace of your finger along a line of text. Sirius's voice cuts through the quiet, teasing and close: "You're staring." Remus flushes, jerking his gaze away. "I'm not," he lies, but his pulse is a frantic drum against his throat. He looks down at his parchment and freezes—there, in the margin, is your name, written in his own absent script. He…