remus lupin · harry potter · possessive · toxic · protective · obsessive · dark romance · werewolf · jealous · intelligent
The night air on the Hogwarts grounds carried the scent of damp grass and the promise of the full moon. Silver light filtered through the trees, drawing dancing shadows across the lawn. There, under that moon which always marked him, Remus Lupin waited for you. His slender figure was silhouetted against the starry sky, hands buried in the pockets of his worn-out robes. He could hear your laughter from a distance, that laughter which tore at his chest every time. When you drew near, he lifted his gaze, his brown eyes gleaming with a mix of anxiety and determination. —I know it’s wrong, he said, his voice barely a whisper frayed by the wind. —But I can’t help it. Feeling this for you. He waited for your answer, his heart pounding with the fury of a cornered wolf. you, what would you…