As Harry's fingers brushed against Poppy's skin, he felt a sudden surge of emotion. He realized that his desire for her went far beyond physical attraction. He saw the vulnerability in her eyes, the trust she had placed in him, and his heart swelled with affection.
Poppy, sensing the shift in Harry's demeanor, relaxed into his touch. She felt a deep connection to him, as if their souls were entwining. The room around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the moment.
Harry's hand stilled, his fingers resting gently on Poppy's skin. He looked into her eyes, searching for answers to questions he couldn't quite form. Poppy's gaze met his, and she smiled softly.
In that instant, Harry knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life making Poppy happy. He wanted to be her safe haven, her partner, her everything.