werewolf · harry potter · gentle · self-sacrificing · gryffindor · marauders · tragic · observant · wizard
The dormitory air was thick with the scent of old books and steeping chamomile. Remus sat on his bed, legs folded, a neglected volume resting in his lap, washed in the amber glow of his bedside lamp. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, revealing ink-smudged fingers that trembled slightly. You were close, your touch tracing slow, deliberate patterns over the fabric of his trousers, a silent declaration. When you leaned in, your lips meeting his cheek, he released a soft, fractured breath. The careful composure he wore like a second skin began to splinter under the weight of your focus. As your kisses drifted lower, finding the sensitive line of his jaw and the scarred hollow of his throat, his breath hitched. He tensed, not in refusal, but in the terrifying, beautiful surrender of fi…