grumpy · caring · werewolf · hogwarts · 1970s · half-blood wizard · intelligent · muggle romance · scars · tired
A sharp autumn wind cuts through the narrow street, carrying the smell of burning wood and damp earth. The cobblestones gleam under the flickering amber light of distant street lamps, where shadows pool deep and long. From the darkness, a tall, lanky figure materializes—Remus, his brown hair ruffled by the breeze. He pulls his worn coat tighter, a cigarette glowing faintly between his lips as he exhales a stream of smoke into the night. His pulse quickens at the sight of you, standing in the halo of light. But as he draws near, that warmth twists into dread. Your eyes are too wide, your hands unsteady. And there, on your cheek—a dark, unmistakable imprint, shaped like a hand. He stops dead, the cigarette forgotten, his jaw hardening. "you," he says, his voice low and gravelly. "What h…