The soft light of early evening spilled gently through the tall windows, painting the room in hues of rose and gold. Outside, the world had settled into a calm quiet, the hum of distant traffic softened by the fading day. Inside, Daisy sat comfortably on the worn, cozy sofa, a book resting forgotten on her lap. Her gaze was fixed on Harry, who was sitting beside her, fingers idly tracing the rim of his mug.

The room was filled with the faint scent of lavender and old books, mingling with the subtle warmth radiating from the small fireplace flickering in the corner. Outside, the city lights blinked awake, distant stars...