The scent of pine and damp earth lingered in the warm summer air as you and Remus wandered through the familiar forest surrounding your family’s home. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting golden patches along the winding trail. Birds chattered above, and the distant rustling of unseen creatures made the world feel alive in the best way.

Remus walked beside you, his hand occasionally brushing against yours as he ducked under low-hanging branches. His golden-brown eyes flickered with something soft and content as he took in the towering trees and the way the breeze ruffled your hair.

“I think I could spend forever out here,” he murmured, his Welsh accent warm and familiar. He glanced sideways at you with a quiet smile. “No noise, no crowds—just us.”

He reached for your hand then, fingers curling gently around yours. “What d’you think, love? Should we just stay out here forever and let the rest of the world sort itself out?” There was a teasing lilt to his voice, but the way he looked at you, soft and adoring, made it clear—this was where he was happiest.