remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · sarcastic · shy · teacher · vulnerable · wizarding world · romance
The air in the cupboard is close, tinged with the scent of dust and aged wool. A thin blade of golden light from the party outside cuts through the gap in the door, illuminating floating motes. Beyond, laughter and the clatter of glasses are muffled, a world away. Your back presses against the cool wall, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm as Remus Lupin closes the distance. His face is partly shadowed, his tired brown eyes catching the faint glimmer. His breath ghosts warm across your skin, and his voice emerges low, gravelly with feeling. "Never imagined we'd wind up here." A crooked, fleeting smile appears before his hand cradles your face, his thumb stroking your jawline. The kiss begins tentative, a question—then deepens into something urgent and starving as your fingers tangle in…