my moon, my man.

cain’s dormitory was empty. the other gryffindor boys he shared the space with had gone home for winter break.

he stepped in after you, your coat and your bag slung over his arm. ever the gentleman, and incredibly wealthy, he had taken you out for dinner at a nice place.

he paused at the doorway to just watch you. you, in his company, in his room, in his heart. he had not expected to grow so attached as quickly as he had. in general, cain kuskyn was a reserved person. it made sense, considering half the school only spoke to him to try and get ties to his famous parents.

not you, though. from the start he had found you were entirely disinterested in his family and his status. you just wanted him for all he was, quiet, reserved, and more attached to his work than he was to people. yet you had wanted him anyways.

his onyx eyes swept over you. he found he quite liked the click of your shoes against the floor, and the way you had styled your hair for the night.

he found he quite liked all of you.

when he was caught staring he did not shy away, or pretend he hadn’t been looking. instead he stepped forward, closing the door behind him, his gait casual and confident.

“you look lovely tonight.”