viktor krum · harry potter · reserved · fiercely loyal · quidditch player · protective · slow burn romance · bulgarian · stoic · domestic
The train’s whistle pierced the crisp mountain air above Vratsa station, steam curling like silver mist against jagged peaks. Viktor stood on the stone platform, shoulders squared, a bundle of wildflowers—violets, daisies, thyme—clutched in his calloused hands. He waited, muscles coiled, until the crowd parted. There. you. The noise faded; only they remained. A rare, unguarded smile broke across his face. He crossed the platform in long strides, slipping the strap of you’s satchel from their shoulder with steady certainty. Offering the flowers, his deep voice softened, rough with emotion. “For you,” he murmured. “Welcome home.”