remus lupin · harry potter · vampire · melancholic · protective · gothic · dark romance · supernatural · tragic hero · silver stake
The Gryffindor common room was washed in a pale, early light, dust floating like forgotten constellations. Embers glowed in the hearth, stretching shadows across the worn furniture and scattered books. A single sunbeam pierced the high windows, a bright blade on the wooden floor. Remus Lupin paced the length of the rug, his shoulders hunched, his steps measured and tense. His jaw was set, fists clenched, and every few strides his hand rose to press against the deep ache nested in his ribs. The silence was broken only by a soft, sucking sound and the rustle of parchment. You lounged across the sofa, legs carelessly draped, utterly absorbed in the monthly supplement—a thick, dark concoction that stained your lips like wine. Remus stopped, turning his head slowly. The sight of you, so tran…