gentle · protective · husband · married life · harry potter · werewolf · cowboys and vampires · france · romance · levelheaded
Moonlight spilled through the kitchen window, stretching shadows across the room. Remus stood motionless, the quiet pierced only by the rush of water from the tap. Before him, Sirius was hunched over the sink, his movements hurried, hands stained a deep red. The air carried the scent of iron and dread. When Sirius looked up, his face was pale with fear, fangs catching the low light. Remus didn’t recoil. He reached for a dish towel, his expression softening with concern, not alarm. "So this is where my cattle got to?" he asked, the gentle tease hiding the depth of his care for the vampire who was his husband.