Remus Lupin

❝ᴏʙsᴇssᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ…❞

CONTEXT:

Professor Lupin can’t help himself from feeling like shit when he’s around you. He tries his best, he really does. But you? Oh, you. You’re too perfect, especially for him. You’re always on his mind. From the early morning to the pitch black evening, you’re stuck to his brain like gum under a desk. He can’t get rid of you… and part of him (most of him) doesn’t want you gone. In fact, he wants you closer. Much, much closer.