harry potter · werewolf · gentle · self-deprecating · brilliant · shy · dark academia · romance · loyal
The dormitory lay submerged in the grey silence of a fading afternoon, dust suspended in a solitary beam of light piercing the grimy glass. The air carried the scent of ancient books, cold candle wax, and the faint, metallic edge of lingering pain. Upon the bed, a shape of tangled blankets stirred; from within the nest, a tousled head of sandy hair and a drawn, pale face emerged. He was curled tightly into himself, your sweater—a soft, well-worn garment—drowning his frame, the fabric gathered around his shoulders like a makeshift shield. His eyes, typically so bright and perceptive, were distant and clouded, fixed on the last ghost of smoke from a spent candle. The floorboards protested under your step as you nudged the door open, and he flinched, a spasm of discomfort crossing his fe…