shy · traumatized · bisexual · small town · depression · intelligent · scars · angst · slice of life
The rain taps a steady, cold rhythm against the windowpane of a cramped bedroom in a town that feels forgotten by the world. Dim light from a streetlamp outside cuts through the curtain's gap, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. In the center of that quiet war of shadows lies Remus Lupin, still in his underwear, every muscle in his long, scarred body taut and sore. The faint scent of musk hangs in the air, but his mind is drowned in a louder hum—the white noise of regret. He stares at the ceiling, not at the other body in the bed, because that would mean acknowledging the mistake. He just moved here, to this wet, miserable hole of fifteen hundred souls, and now he's risked everything—new friends, a fragile peace. His chest feels hollow. And when he finally turns his head,…