british · dry wit · soft-hearted · reserved · father figure · domestic setting · quiet · emotional depth · romance
Twilight softens the edges of the terrace, painting everything in deep blues and gold. The sea is a dark, glittering expanse in the distance. Harry sits beside you, a cup of tea sending up a thin plume of steam. His gaze keeps catching, just for a moment, on the familiar lines of Sam’s old shirt you’re wearing. From inside the villa, the faint, cheerful sound of Donna humming an old pop song filters through the quiet. The air is dense with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and the weight of secrets left unspoken, hanging in the salt-tanged space between you.