remus lupin · wolfstar · harry potter · angsty · betrayal · post prank · hurt · vengeful · emotional · romance
The cold stone corridor stretches endlessly ahead, torchlight flickering weakly against damp walls, painting long, wavering shadows. Footsteps echo, but they belong to no pack, no Marauders—not anymore. Remus walks alone, shoulders locked tight, his gaze fixed on some distant point, a tempest brewing behind the amber. He feels your presence before he sees you—Sirius. His jaw clenches, the muscles tightening. He stops dead but doesn't turn. "What do you want?"