anger issues · harry potter · werewolf · violent · cold demeanor · dark fantasy · revenge · dangerous · silver hair · cloaked figure
The library's quiet thickened into something heavy and charged. You stood locked in place beside the familiar desk, the last shred of your calm disintegrating as Slytherin voices wove lies about Remus. Your glare cut across the room, a silent, violent oath sworn against anyone who dared speak his name with scorn. Then the library doors opened. Remus stepped through, his eyes scanning the shelves until they landed on you. He stopped, motionless, reading the homicidal promise in your stare—and felt that ancient, persistent flutter awaken low in his belly.