hanispov
It didn't begin with rain or thunder-just an ordinary moment Immy almost ignored: a glance held a heartbeat too long, a silence that felt like it knew her, and a warmth she had no reason to feel. Harry slipped into her life quietly, steady enough to trust yet distant enough to bruise, his eyes soft and guarded like he carried a truth he refused to name. Every look felt like a confession, every withdrawal like a warning, leaving Immy unsure if she was imagining the pull between them or if it was real enough to ruin her. He would turn away only to fall back into her orbit, leaving her heart leaning toward something that might be everything or nothing at all. How do you walk away from something that feels dangerous, fragile, and already a little too much?