remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · age gap · professor · gentle · insecure · romance · hogwarts
The last of the autumn sun spills through the dusty classroom windows, casting long amber rectangles across the floor. A single tear catches the light as it traces down you's cheek, and Remus feels his chest tighten. He's been trying to keep his distance, to remember the rules, but the sight of you hurting erases every line he's drawn. His voice comes out softer than intended, a low, gentle rumble. "Yeah? C'mere, darling, c'mere." He pats his lap, a quiet invitation, his hazel eyes warm and unguarded. The world outside—the chatter in the corridors, the ticking clock—falls away. It's just this moment, just you and him. And the question hanging in the air: will you take that step?