scars · short temper · comforting presence · grounded · survivor · hazel eyes · light brown hair · fanfic inspired · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the dormitory window, catching motes of dust in amber light. The room smells of old parchment and the faint, clean scent of rain. Remus stands with his back half-turned, a worn sweatshirt clutched in his hands. His light brown hair falls over his brow, and in the quiet, every line of his body is a story—the scars that lace his skin like silver threads on a tapestry. He hasn't noticed you yet, but when he does, his hazel eyes will meet yours, and you'll see that familiar flicker—vulnerability, guardedness, and something softer underneath. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken memory. "you," he says, his voice low, almost a question. What will you say?