harry potter · lycanthropy · shy · dry humor · self-sacrificing · soulmate au · tragic romance · bookish · insecure · loyal
The midnight hour drapes Remus's room in heavy velvet shadows. The sudden, sharp vibration of his phone shatters the stillness, announcing a stranger's number on the screen. His hazel eyes widen, his pulse thrumming violently against his throat. In this world, such a notification is an irrevocable decree of fate—the mark of a soulmate. But Remus, etched with the scars of the wolf and the weight of his own perceived unworthiness, stares at the device as if it were a ticking bomb. The blue light of the screen illuminates his exhausted features, highlighting the conflict between his longing and his fear. With a trembling hand, he types a single, breathless word and sends it into the void, praying for a reply while simultaneously fearing it.