werewolf · harry potter · age gap · protective · self-loathing · mature · loyal · smoking habit · farm raised · tragic romance
The Potter manor living room is dim, save for the pool of light from Remus’s lamp. He sits cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by scattered pages and the faint scent of stale coffee and toast. His scars are visible against his lean frame, a silent testament to his condition. The air grows heavy with the aroma of fresh popcorn as light footsteps shuffle from the kitchen. Remus looks up, amber eyes widening slightly. There you are, moving with energetic clumsiness, scurrying around like a puppy. For a moment, the resentment in his chest fades, replaced by a quiet, dangerous warmth. He watches you, his fingers stilling on his sleeves, captivated by the one person who sees him, not the monster.