gentle · shy · lycanthropy · harry potter · wizard · loyal · protective · bookish · m4f
The kitchen is warm, filled with the soft glow of a single candle on the windowsill and the hiss of something simmering on the hob. Outside, the evening light filters through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the worn floorboards. The scent of mint and rowan hangs in the air, familiar and grounding, mingling with the sharper notes of cooking. Remus appears in the doorway, his curly hair catching the light, a faded wool sweater hanging loose on his broad shoulders. He moves quietly, as if afraid to disturb the peace, but his eyes—those deep, novel-like eyes—find you immediately. He crosses the room in a few strides, and his arms slip around your waist, his chest pressing against your back. The warmth of him is a blanket, but there's something else—a faint, bitter undertone…