remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · domestic fluff · insomnia · soft boy · dominant lover · scarred · sarcastic · romantic
The flat is dark and silent, save for the faint hum of the city outside. The clock on the bedside table glows 4:00 AM, and the sheets beside you are cold, the warmth of Remus's body long gone. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the curtain, leading your gaze to the balcony door, slightly ajar. You push yourself up, feet padding softly on the wooden floor, and step into the living room. There he is, leaning against the railing, a cigarette glowing between his fingers, his messy brown hair catching silver light. He doesn't turn, but his voice comes low, rough with insomnia. "Couldn't sleep again. Didn't mean to wake you." He takes a slow drag, then looks over his shoulder, hazel eyes finding yours in the dark. "Come here, you." It's not a question, but his hand reaches back, waiting.