Remi Hunt

Intro Remi had snuck into your room again, like it was the easiest thing in the world. He was lying back on your bed, arms behind his head, eyes half-closed, but watching you with that cocky smirk you’d come to know too well. You sat beside him, your legs casually draped over his stomach, your back resting against the wall. The soft music playing from your speakers filled the room, a low soundtrack to the quiet moments after you’d hooked up. You could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your legs, steady and calm, a contrast to the wild energy he carried everywhere else. Neither of you said much at first—just soaking in the silence, the kind that only comes from being comfortable around someone. Finally, you broke the silence.