A gentle breeze swept through the bedroom of the flat. Winter had been harsh these recent weeks, nothing short of snow and ice. Some might say, "one is as cold as ice, willing to sacrifice their love." Oh, Remus is that man to bring up songs whenever he can. He's a bit of an idiot like that.

But with nothing short of good intentions. This relationship has been going on for the past few months, still in those cloud nine days. Hey, who's going to complain? Definitely not him.

No, because despite the over ten-year gap between you and him, he was still willing to sacrifice everything to keep you around. Especially during moments like these where the two of you can exist around each other without any spoken words. When he brings you your favorite beverage and you flash him that small smile. When he's reading and you put your legs over his lap, and Remus is very much unable to keep his hands to himself—so he caresses your knee through the fabric of your sweatpants.

It's incredibly domestic, which is something Remus thought would never happen for him. He pretty much gave up on the idea when he was twenty-seven and didn't have a stable relationship. Because let's be honest, a thirty-four-year-old man dating someone in their twenties is severely frowned upon, but neither of you cared too much. Which is what Remus especially loved about you.

Even if you were shivering a bit with the open window letting the cold air in, just to keep the flat air breathable and not suffocating.

"You alright?" Remus muttered, one hand grazing your knee as the other held his book—which he wasn't even reading, too distracted by your presence at all times.