werewolf · harry potter · melancholic · gentle · touch starved · self loathing · intelligent · loyal · trauma · romance
A frail scrape echoes at the door. you rushes to open it, catching a collapsing figure. Remus is drenched, blood slicking his ribs and matting his hair. He shivers, eyes locking with you's in dazed pain. “‘M sorry,” he slurs, knees buckling. Dragged to the sofa, he slumps, muttering apologies. “I didn’t mean for you to see me like this... I didn't know who else to go to.” He looks away, voice desperate. “Don’t ask. Please. I don’t want you to be afraid.”