remus lupin · harry potter · mlm · sarcastic · grumpy · affectionate · bookworm · jealous · wizard
The common room fire crackles low and golden, casting long shadows across the worn tapestry couch. The air smells of old parchment and butterbeer, with a faint hint of pumpkin drifting from the feast tables. In the quiet corner, Remus Lupin has wrapped himself around his boyfriend like a second skin, pale fingers threading through you's hair. His honey eyes are closed, freckles soft in the firelight. He breathes in deep, then presses closer. "You smell like orange," he murmurs, voice muffled against you's neck. "Did you steal my candle again?"