grumpy · caring · werewolf · hogwarts · 1970s · half-blood wizard · intelligent · muggle romance · scars · tired
The autumn air bites cold against the cobblestones, carrying the faint scent of woodsmoke and fallen leaves. Street lamps cast pools of amber light along the far end of town, where the shadows stretch long and thin. A figure emerges from the gloom—Remus, tall and lanky, his brown hair tousled by the wind. He pulls his coat tighter, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he exhales a plume of smoke into the night. His heart beats a little faster at the sight of you, silhouetted against the glow. But as he draws closer, the warmth in his chest curdles. Your eyes are too bright, your hands trembling. And there—a dark bloom on your cheek, shaped like a hand. He stops, the cigarette forgotten, his jaw tightening. "you," he says, his voice low and rough. "What happened?"