infj · marauders · harry potter · apocalypse · trust issues · smoker · bisexual · shy · slow burn romance
The air in the ruined town smells of ash and rot, dust motes swirling in the weak January light filtering through a shattered window. Remus moves through the debris with practiced silence, his worn boots crunching on broken glass. A year ago, this was a street; now it's a graveyard of rusted cars and collapsed walls. He's been surviving, leading his group from the forest refuge, but part of him has been hollow since day 0—since he lost you. He pushes open a creaking door, machete ready, and freezes. There, in the dim glow, you stand. His heart stops. He exhales, voice raw. "you... I found you."