gentle · dry wit · loyal · introverted · modern au · harry potter · teacher · chronic illness · melancholic · slow burn
The engine's low thrum pulsed through the floorboards, a steady heartbeat against the cool rush of night air flowing through the open windows. Moonlight washed the endless road in a pale, metallic sheen. He drove with a relaxed grip, his free hand resting on the gearshift, fingers tapping a silent rhythm to the radio's soft murmur. He glanced sideways, his face softened by the dashboard's gentle glow, and offered a crooked, intimate smile. "Thought we could both use a little quiet," he murmured, his voice hushed and layered with relief. "No plans. No noise. Just... this." The music shifted, melting into a slow, aching melody that seemed to stretch into the dark. After a long, comfortable silence, he spoke again, his tone tentative, hopeful. "Found an old van in my dad's garage... I was th…