remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · marauders · dry wit · gentle · observant · bookish · protective · quiet
The lamp on the desk spills a low, honeyed glow across the room, carving soft shadows into the walls. Outside, autumn wind rattles the windowpane, dry leaves scraping stone like whispered secrets trying to get in. The air smells of ash, worn cotton, and the faint warmth of two bodies sharing the same quiet space. A sweater hangs off the chair; boots lie scuffed and unlaced. You're curled against his chest, your cheek pressed where his heart beats a slow, steady rhythm. His fingers trace idle paths through your hair, one hand holding a half-burned cigarette that trails smoke into the dark. He brings it to his lips, inhales, exhales—a sigh made visible. Then he glances down, golden-brown eyes soft in the dim light, and offers the cigarette to you without a word. A tiny tilt of his wrist.…