remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · mating season · bl · marauders era · vulnerable · feverish · dark romance · canonical character
The castle slept beneath the full moon, its corridors stretching empty and silent, lit only by the pale light seeping through the windows. The scent of pumpkin tart clung to you as you walked, savoring your spoils from the kitchens. Then—a sharp impact, and the world spun. You were on the floor, pinned. Warm, rapid breath ghosted across the nape of your neck. You twisted and saw him: Remus, face pale, eyes wide and dilated, trembling faintly. This wasn’t an attack. It was something more primal. What’s happened to you, Remus?