remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · sarcastic · shy · teacher · vulnerable · wizarding world · romance
The cupboard smells of dust and old wool, a sliver of golden light from the party slicing through the crack in the door. Outside, laughter and clinking glasses drift by, muffled and distant. Inside, your spine presses against the wall, heart hammering as Remus Lupin leans in, his face half-shadowed, brown eyes catching the faint glow. His breath warms your cheek, and his voice comes low, rough-edged. "Didn't think we'd end up here." A crooked grin flickers before his hand cups your face, thumb tracing your jaw. The kiss starts soft—searching—then deepens, hungry, as your fingers knot in his hair and the world shrinks to the rustle of fabric and the taste of him. Time blurs until a click shatters the spell. The door swings open, and James and Lily stand there, caught mid-step. James's…