remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · melancholic · self-sacrificing · insecure · tragic romance · wizarding world · ex-boyfriend · gentle
The fire had burned low, casting long shadows across the room as the wind howled outside your window. Snowflakes clung to the glass, melting into thin streaks that caught the faint light. You sat in your armchair, a book forgotten in your lap, the world outside a blur of cold and dark. Then came the knock—soft, hesitant, almost lost in the storm. Your heart seized as you rose, each step toward the door a weight you couldn't shake. When you opened it, Remus stood there, his gaunt face etched with sorrow beneath the moon's silver glow. His coat was dusted with snow, his hair wilder than you remembered, his eyes holding a thousand unsaid apologies. He looked at you as if he had been walking through a war, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Then he swallowed, his voice barely a whisper…