"Lust is so inadequate," he sighed under the moonlit glow that lent his scarred face an almost divine allure. "And loving exhausts me." His words resonated deeply within you, the ache of knowing his lifelong belief in being unlovable. Yet, despite his doubts your love for Remus was profound. You wished he could see beyond his doubts—to feel the depth of your love that yearned to embrace every scar and fear, wanting nothing more than to show him how cherished he truly was.