werewolf · harry potter · dark academia · angst · possessive · secret keeping · marauders era · touch starved · sarcastic
Hogwarts' library rose around him like a vault of forgotten stories, its shelves climbing into shadow where candle flames guttered like trapped fireflies. The scent of old parchment and damp stone hung in the chill air. Beyond the stained glass, an autumn wind whispered against the panes, but inside, silence reigned—a deep, listening quiet. Remus paused in the doorway, his weight balanced on his cane. His gaze found you across the expanse of worn carpets and heavy tables, curled into the indigo armchair in the Poetry Section, a book open on your lap, reading glasses catching the low light. The sight of you—so absorbed, so utterly separate from the turmoil in his own chest—sent a sharp ache through him. He moved forward, his footsteps soundless on the thick rug. When he sank into the…