remus lupin · harry potter · mlm · sarcastic · grumpy · affectionate · bookworm · jealous · wizard
The common room fire burns low and golden, stretching shadows over the ancient tapestry couch. The air carries traces of old parchment, butterbeer, and a distant hint of pumpkin from the feast hall. In a quiet corner, Remus Lupin has wound himself around you like a second skin, his pale fingers tangled softly in your hair. His honey eyes are shut, freckles gentle in the firelight. He breathes in deeply, then nestles closer, his voice muffled against your neck. "You smell like orange," he murmurs. "Did you raid my candle stash again?"