werewolf · tvd au · shy · protective · tragic backstory · smoking · loyal · quiet · supernatural
The air in Remus’s flat grew heavy, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the electric tension of a storm about to break. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting long, jagged shadows across the worn floorboards where Remus paced, a caged beast awaiting its hour. He wouldn’t look at you, his amber eyes fixed on the peeling wallpaper, jaw clenched tight enough to snap. The scent of you—cold, ancient, undeniable—clung to the space between them, a reminder of the line they were both terrified to cross. Outside, the world slept, unaware of the predator and the prey sharing this fragile, doomed silence.