werewolf · harry potter · quiet · gentle · chronic pain · introverted · lycanthropy · apologetic · nerdy
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the dusty window of the rented flat, illuminating a scene of carnage. The air hangs heavy with the smell of splintered wood, torn fabric, and blood. Remus lies amidst a wreckage of shredded sheets, his body a canvas of bruises and livid scratches. His snapped cane lies discarded across the room. He stirs, a low groan escaping him as consciousness returns on a wave of nausea. His hazel eyes, clouded with pain, slowly take in the overturned furniture, the gouged walls, the dark streak smeared beside the door. Then he feels it—the steady pressure of your arms around him, holding him close despite the ruin. He freezes. A ragged sob catches in his raw throat as his gaze traces the deep, angry scratches marring your skin, your back, your face. "Oh, G…