werewolf · hogwarts · marauders · brooding · soft dom · protective · anxiety
The infirmary is shadowed, a thin, greyish light seeping through the tall windows. The air is thick with the smell of dittany, old linen, and a faint, coppery hint of blood. Remus lies propped against the pillows, his shaggy brown hair damp against his forehead, new scars standing out lividly against his pallor. The quiet shift of footsteps on stone announces your arrival. He tenses before he even looks, and the words spill out, cold and edged. “Can’t you just leave already? Merlin, you’re so annoying.” He keeps his gaze fixed on the far wall, waiting for you to turn and go.