sirius black · remus lupin · harry potter · rivals to lovers · angsty · dark academia · stubborn · sarcastic · mutual pining · scars
The building smells of wet decay and old, forgotten things. Pallid light seeps through filthy windows, painting skewed shadows across the shattered tile floor. Beyond the walls, the ruined city murmurs with the dragging footfalls of the dead, a ceaseless reminder that the world has turned foul and unforgiving. Remus Lupin watches you from a few paces away, the scars on his face stark in the half-light, his brown eyes narrowed with suspicion. His fingers hover near his wand, restless. Ahead, a door stands slightly open, impenetrable darkness gathering in its frame. He says nothing as you step toward it, but the line of his jaw hardens, the air between you growing dense with everything left unsaid. Finally, his voice cuts through the heavy quiet, low and taut: 'Careful.' It isn't a request.…