remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · age gap · professor · gentle · insecure · romance · hogwarts
The dying light of an autumn afternoon filters through the grime of the classroom windows, painting the floor in long, golden streaks. Remus watches as a single tear tracks a path down you's cheek, and he feels a sharp, visceral ache in his chest. He has spent weeks building walls, reminding himself of the rules and the propriety of his position, but the sight of your heartbreak demolishes every barrier he's erected. His voice drops, becoming a low, resonant rumble that vibrates with tenderness. "Yeah? Come here, darling... just come here." He pats his lap, a quiet, daring invitation, his amber eyes wide and stripped of all pretense. The noise of the castle—the distant echoes of students in the halls, the rhythmic tick of the wall clock—fades into insignificance. There is only the two…