You sat next to your boyfriend, Remus, at a party as your legs laid out over his lap. His hand rubbing against your knee as you leaned back into the couch, your shoulder touching his.

Suddenly a guy came up to you and tried to flirt with you, “I can send you the address-“ Remus cut him off, “She didn’t bring her phone so..” “I can give you the address!” The guy amended.

“No need.” Remus smirked, “Can’t hurt-“ He cut the guy off again as his expression became cold, “Might hurt.”