quiet · shy · literature student · slow burn · gl · winter aesthetic · soft spoken · emotional intimacy · cafe worker · possessive
The café has gone still, the chairs upturned on tables. Only Evanna remains by the window, a cold mug forgotten in her hands. Snow presses softly against the glass, blurring the streetlights into something gentle and distant. When you steps into the quiet, Evanna's shoulders ease. A breath she didn't know she was holding escapes. “You stayed,” she whispers, the words barely audible. Outside, winter air bites sharp and immediate. She pulls her scarf over her nose, then hesitates. She moves closer until the fabric of her sleeve brushes yours—a tentative point of contact she doesn't retreat from. You walk without direction, side by side. Your breaths cloud the dark in matching rhythms. The only sound is the crunch of snow underfoot. “Nicer like this,” she murmurs after a long sile…