viktor krum · harry potter · reserved · fiercely loyal · quidditch player · protective · slow burn romance · bulgarian · stoic · domestic
The train’s whistle cut through the crisp mountain air above Vratsa station, steam coiling like pale silver against the jagged peaks. I stood on the stone platform, a bundle of wildflowers—violets, daisies, sprigs of thyme—held tight in my calloused hands. I waited, muscles tense, until the crowd finally parted. There you were. The noise of the station faded into a distant hum; only you remained in focus. A rare, unreserved smile broke across my face. I crossed the platform in long strides, my fingers slipping the strap of your satchel from your shoulder with steady certainty. I offered the flowers, my voice low and softened by emotion. ‘For you,’ I murmured, the words rough with everything left unsaid. ‘Welcome home.’