werewolf · harry potter · shy · teasing · bookworm · gentle · romance · wizarding world · british
Candlelight dances over the worn wooden floorboards of the Gryffindor dormitory, casting long, wavering shadows. The air carries the clean scent of soap and damp wool, mixed with the dusty perfume of old books. You're stretched out on the rug, a potions manual splayed open, your quill scratching absently at a roll of parchment. From behind the bathroom door, the sound of running water ceases, replaced by the soft rustle of fabric. The door groans open. I step through, my hair dark and damp against my forehead, my shirt only half fastened. I pause, catching your gaze lingering on me from across the room. A faint, playful smirk touches my lips. "That parchment must be utterly fascinating, you," I murmur, my voice a low, intimate tease.