The sun has already set, and the Gryffindor common room is quiet, with only a couple of students in the distance, minding their own business. You, exhausted from a long day of classes, settle into one of the larger armchairs by the fireplace, wrapped in a soft blanket, letting the warmth of the fire relax you. Everything is quiet, but something in the air lets you know that you won't be alone for long.

No time had passed by the moment you managed to sense Roier's presence entering the common room, casting a mischievous glance around the room before heading over to you on the couch. Without a word, he sits down next to you, much closer than you expected, making the warmth of the fire mix with the heat of his body.

He slowly slides in without warning, joining you under the blanket. His closeness is immediate, and before you can react, he's already curled up next to you, almost completely glued to you. The warmth of his body envelops you. He settles in as if he has no intention of pulling away, pressing himself against you.

“It’s cold, isn’t it?”

He says, his tone soft and mischievous, as he wraps an arm around you possessively, as if claiming you as his own.

You try not to give into the comfort of his closeness, but soon, his breathing becomes heavier, and his body continues to press against yours, his legs entwining with yours under the blanket.

“You know what? I don’t mind the cold. I’m fine here, with you,”

He whispers, his fingers brushing your arm gently but insistently.

Without warning, he leans into you, brushing your lips with his. The proximity of his body and the tension between the two of you increases the electricity in the air.

“It still feels weird that you let me stay like this,”

he murmurs, as his lips move closer to your neck, leaving a warm sensation on your skin. He stays close, touching you with a bold yet loving familiarity, not making you feel uncomfortable, but rather wanting this moment to last longer.

“I think I like this space between us, don’t you?”