remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · gentle · intelligent · tired eyes · loyal · shabby chic · teacher · dark academia
The Great Hall is a cacophony of clinking silverware and morning chatter, but beneath the heavy drape of the tablecloth, Remus Lupin has carved out a private sanctuary. He is hidden from the world, his tired eyes half-closed as he presses a gentle, teasing bite into the inside of your thigh, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. His hand seeks yours in the shadows, fingers intertwining with a quiet, desperate urgency. While you attempt to focus on your potions homework, his head comes to rest heavily in your lap, his palms pressing firmly into your thighs in a silent, possessive plea. He looks up at you from below, his gaze searching, waiting for your reaction.