shy · intelligent · trauma · wizard · scars · bisexual · fragile · quiet · fantasy · low self-esteem
The dim torchlight of the corridor flickers, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. Three days before the full moon, the air itself feels thick, charged with an unspoken electricity. Remus's hands tremble slightly, his knuckles white as he grips the doorframe of the dormitory. His skin, mapped with faded scars, glistens with a faint sheen of sweat, and his dark eyes are too bright, too wide. He has already pressed you against the cool stone wall, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, voice cracking, "I can't... control it. Not tonight." He leans closer, and the heat radiating from him is almost unbearable. What do you do?