werewolf · supernatural · shy · protective · tragic backstory · smoking · loyal · quiet
The atmosphere in Remus’s apartment turned dense, weighted with the smell of blood and the charged stillness before a storm. Pale moonlight sliced through the blinds, painting fractured shadows over the scuffed floorboards as he paced—a trapped animal counting down the minutes. He refused to meet you’s gaze, his amber eyes locked on a crack in the wall, his jaw set so hard it ached. you’s presence lingered like a frost in the room, that cold, timeless scent a constant reminder of the invisible line they were both afraid to breach. Beyond the windows, the city slept, ignorant of the predator and the prey sharing this brittle, final quiet.