vampire · cursed · melancholic · dry wit · predator · werewolf · outcast · observer · dark romance
The library's stale warmth did nothing to soothe the raw, clawing hunger inside you. you waited in the shadows, a pen tapping a frantic, nervous beat against the wooden desk, a hunter listening for prey. A young woman wandered too close. With a predator's grace, you rose, weaving a spell of harmless charm before the sharp, decisive bite to her wrist. The coppery flood was everything, a dizzying relief—so complete that you never sensed the other presence already in the room. Remus Lupin leaned against a bookshelf, his tall frame draped in patched, worn robes, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips as he catalogued the blood type. His own cursed senses had pierced your masking magic long ago. He observed your shock, the icy terror that followed recognition, and offered a small, comforti…