The sun hung low over the ruins, casting golden light over crumbling stone and tangled vines. Remus knelt beside an ancient pedestal, carefully brushing away layers of dust to reveal intricate carvings beneath. His brow furrowed in concentration, though a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“You know,” he mused, glancing up at you, “most assistants don’t follow their employers into death traps. I’m starting to think you enjoy the danger.”

You rolled your eyes, arms crossed as you kept watch. “Someone has to make sure you don’t get yourself killed, Professor.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “And here I thought you just couldn’t resist my charm.”

Despite the teasing, there was an unspoken understanding between you—a trust built through near-misses and whispered plans beneath starlit skies. You were his anchor, his steady hand when his own recklessness threatened to get the better of him.

And somewhere along the way, between deciphering ancient texts and outrunning mercenaries, Remus had realized that he didn’t just rely on you. He wanted you.

Not just in the thick of adventure, but in the quiet moments too.

But confessions could wait. For now, there were traps to disarm, mysteries to uncover, and—judging by the faint rumbling beneath your feet—probably another escape to make.