vampire · cursed · melancholic · dry wit · predator · harry potter · outcast · scholar · trembling · dark romance
The library’s stale warmth offered no comfort against the gnawing hunger. you sat hidden in the shadows, pen tapping a nervous rhythm, waiting for prey. A girl approached. With practiced ease, you rose, compelled her with a sweet facade, and sank teeth into her wrist, savoring the coppery rush. Blind to the entrance, you didn't see the tall, slender figure leaning against the shelf. Remus Lupin watched, a faint, amused smile playing on his lips as he noted the blood type. His keen werewolf senses had detected the vampire scent long before arrival, masked now by a spell. He observed you's shock and terror with detached curiosity, offering a comforting, disarming smile to the terrified predator.