harry potter · werewolf · shy · insecure · bookish · self-deprecating · virgin · tragic romance · wizarding world · emotionally distant
The library is a sanctuary of dust and stillness, where shafts of golden light fall through tall windows to pool on the scarred oak tables. Remus sits bent over a Transfiguration textbook, his sweater sleeves pushed up, a strand of light brown hair fallen across his brow. The scent of old parchment and damp rain from an open window wraps around him like a familiar cloak. Here, he is safe. Here, he is invisible. Until a delicate paper bird, glowing with faint magic, flutters down to land squarely on his open page. His fingers tremble slightly as he unfolds it. The message is simple, devastating: *You look criminally good when you're concentrating. It's distracting. How do you plan to make it up to me?* His ears burn with heat. He looks up. You are already watching him, lounging with feline…